The world was grey like a canvas washed with rain,
My spirit dampened, where joy was a distant flare.
Each step was a struggle, burdened by the strain
Of doubts and fears, a soul adrift in a nightmare.

But then a whisper as soft as summer breeze,
Stirred in the depths like a flicker of light.
And hope was a fragile seed, began to please,
Pushing through shadows, yearning for the bright.

Gone are the dark clouds that had me blind,
The sun breaks through - a golden, warm embrace.
A newfangled strength, a purpose I can find,
A smile returns to my long-weary face.

The path ahead, though winding, now seems clear,
Life once bleak, now vibrant where sorrows disappear.


 

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