Soar

In the depths of solitude, where shadows dwell,
A weary soul, exhausted, lost in a pensive spell.
With heavy heart and tired eyes that weep,
Longing for solace, while the world's secrets keep.

The weight of the world upon weighted shoulders,
Burdened by battles fought, growing bolder.
Aching bones and wearied spirit yearn,
For respite from the trials one must discern.

But within this darkness, a flicker remains,
A spark of hope amidst the lonely plains.
For deep within, courage begins to rise,
A dormant strength, hidden from prying eyes.

Unyielding, the heart finds its steady beat,
As determination surges, clear and neat.
No longer defeated, but ready to resist,
To fight back against despair with a clenched fist.

Through layers of weariness, a fire ignites,
Illuminating the path, dispelling the night.
For though the road is treacherous and steep,
A sense of purpose awakens from its sleep.

With resilience as armor, and resolve as a sword,
The weary soul rises, ready to soar.
No longer daunted by the tempest's roar,
They find the strength to fight, to strive for more.

Embracing the solitude, they learn to mend,
Finding solace in themselves, a faithful friend.
And though they may stumble, still they persevere,
For the battle within is one they hold dear.

So, take heart, weary traveler, and do not despair,
For you possess the strength to conquer and repair.
In solitude's embrace, you'll find your might,
To overcome adversity and reclaim your light.