
The shadows cling, they pull me down,
A heavy cloak, a stifling gown.
My breath grows short, my vision blurs,
A symphony of whispered fears.
But in the darkness, I recall,
A strength that rises through it all.
A tiny spark, a flickering flame,
That whispers courage, speaks my name.
I reach for it, this inner light,
And push against the endless night.
Each step is hard, each breath a fight,
But still, I climb towards the light.
The summit calls, a distant gleam,
A promise whispered in a dream.
And though the path is steep and long,
My spirit rises, fierce and strong.
For in this struggle, I can see,
The warrior that I'm meant to be.
And with each step, I rise above,
Emerging into hope and love.

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Aima Charle
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