The World Out Side

The World Out Side

When the world outside you can’t abide

Carry on, let your spirit be your guide.

Never forget, as puddles kiss your feet,

Each one reflects the storms you beat.

Each rainy puddle you tread upon,

Holds the strength of battles won.

Ripples may whisper, skies may weep,

But courage stirs where shadows creep.

The world may test, the winds may howl,

Yet deep within, let nothing foul.

Through every storm, your heart will see,

The path to rise, the will to be free.

Each step you take, though soft or bold,

Writes a tale of trials untold.

The rain may chill, the winds may bite,

But through the dark, you’ll find your light.

Mountains loom and valleys dip,

Dreams may falter, fingers slip.

Yet steady your pace, let faith endure,

For every hardship shapes the pure.

Puddles may mirror a stormy sky,

But look again, see the reason why:

They’re fleeting pools, not meant to stay,

Like fleeting trials along your way.

Carry on, with head held high,

Through the tempest, past the cry.

For strength is born in the hardest fight,

And dawn will follow every night.