The Unyielding Flame
When shadows stretch and darkness calls,
When weary hearts meet towering partitions,
When each step feels fraught with ache,
Keep in mind this: the soul’s chorus.
For perseverance isn’t a present,
However hearth inside, a will to elevate
The burdened spirit, chained by doubt,
And forge a path the place there’s no route.
It whispers smooth, but roars like storm,
A quiet power that retains us heat.
Via trials huge, by way of infinite evening,
It burns unwavering, clear and shiny.
The oak that stands by way of wind and rain,
Its roots delve deep by way of pleasure and ache.
The river carves by way of stone and sand,
Via time’s embrace, it shapes the land.
So too the guts, although bruised and worn,
By perseverance is reborn.
Every stumble, fall, every bitter tear,
Turns into a step, a path made clear.
For when the street is steep and lengthy,
And each be aware feels out of music,
Persist, pricey soul, and also you shall discover,
The power you search was at all times thine.
Not within the ease, however within the struggle,
We discover the depth of our personal gentle.
Not within the calm, however within the strife,
We study the artwork of valuing life.
So rise once more, although bruised and scarred,
For each fall has made you marred
But lovely, like tempered metal,
A pressure of will, a coronary heart that’s actual.
Preserve going, although the trail is steep,
Although burdens heavy, wounds run deep.
For within the grind, the grit, the pressure,
You’ll discover your energy, your everlasting flame.
Perseverance is the quiet vow,
The right here and now, the sacred "how."
It’s not the top, however all between—
The journey’s reality, the unseen dream.
So when the world says, “Keep, give in,”
Let perseverance’s music start.
For within the struggle, the steadfast climb,
You’ll contact the celebrities, you’ll conquer time.
