we shall rise, again.

Beneath the crushing weight of the night,

Where dreams wilt under shadows’ might,

I have walked paths that tore my feet,

Yet whispered hope where pain would meet.

The winds howled harsh, a mournful tune,

The sun betrayed me far too soon,

But still, I held my fragile flame,

For storms don’t last, nor skies stay the same.

The soil drank tears where seeds were sown,

Roots tangled deep in fears unknown,

Yet whispered leaves through rain and strain,

“We shall rise, again.”

Bruised by burdens, scarred by loss,

Life’s crooked road, a bitter cross,

Still, rivers carve their way through stone,

So shall I, though winds have blown.

The echoes of despair may call,

Mocking each rise, each hopeful fall,

But mountains bow when hearts remain,

Determined to rise, again.

And when the dawn unfolds its grace,

Wiping the night from every face,

The broken, bruised, shall wear their pain,

Like golden crowns in endless reign.

For though we struggle, bend, and cry,

We’ll climb through storms that bruise the sky,

Knowing, through sorrow and through strain,

We shall rise—again.

Bunguswa Writes.