Writers 
Through the darkness, I learned how to see,
Not with my eyes, but with what lives in me.
When every road disappeared from sight,
I searched for a spark, a whisper of light.
The night was heavy, the silence was deep,
It followed my footsteps when I tried to sleep.
I carried my worries like stones in my hands,
Wondering why life had changed all its plans.
I called for tomorrow, but no answer came,
I reached for the sun, but the sky stayed the same.
The stars seemed distant, the moon seemed cold,
And every dream I once had felt suddenly old.
Yet somewhere within, a small voice remained,
A voice that grew stronger each time that I strained.
It whispered, “Keep walking, though you cannot see,
The darkness is not where you're destined to be.”
So I took one step, then another one more,
Though I did not know what the future had in store.
I stumbled on stones, I fell to the ground,
But every time I fell, hope brought me around.
Through the darkness, I discovered my strength,
I learned that courage can travel great lengths.
I learned that tears are not signs that we lose,
But rivers that wash away sorrow and bruised truths.
I met broken hearts hiding under the night,
People who smiled while they searched for the light.
We shared our stories, our fears, and our scars,
And somehow our darkness became filled with stars.
A hand reached for mine when I needed it most,
A gentle reminder that hope isn't lost.
Sometimes a stranger can brighten the way,
Sometimes one kind word can rescue the day.
Through the darkness, I learned not to fear
The shadows that once made my heart disappear.
For shadows exist only where light can be found,
And hope can be born on the darkest of ground.
Then slowly, the darkness began to retreat,
And morning awakened beneath my bare feet.
The sky changed its color, the cold disappeared,
And the future looked brighter than I had feared.
I stood at the edge of the rising sun,
Remembering battles I thought I had won.
I realized then, with the morning in view,
That darkness had taught me what light could do.
It taught me to cherish the warmth of the day,
To notice the beauty that once slipped away.
It taught me that life can be fragile and strange,
Yet hearts can survive, and people can change.
So if you are walking through darkness tonight,
And searching in silence for even one light,
Remember that night has an ending somewhere,
And dawn may be closer than you are aware.
Keep walking forward, however slow,
There is a place where the bright rivers flow.
Your tears are not weakness, your scars are not shame,
They are proof that you walked through the flame.
Through the darkness, you may lose your way,
But that does not mean you are destined to stay.
A single small hope can illuminate skies,
And even the smallest star can guide tired eyes.
So walk through the darkness with courage and grace,
Let hope be the light that you carry in place.
For every long night will eventually end,
And every broken heart can begin to mend.
When morning arrives, you will finally know
Why you had to keep moving, why you had to grow.
The darkness was never the end of your story
It was only the road leading you toward your glory.
