Rivers of crystal run deep through my veins, Shimmering sun releases prisms of pain. My heart begins to mend, my soul cleansed, A new beginning starts close from an end. Each day a new flower begins to bloom, Fed by sun, watered by the gloom. A bit of darkness enriches the light, A soul mended with stitches now shining bright. Ashes fall like snow from past regrets, But nothing grows where the sun forgets. Still I rise from the soil of sorrow, Rooted in pain, reaching for tomorrow. Dark days defused, An easy path refused. Strength was not born in perfect light, But in the battles faced at night. Seeds of hope are sewn, New dreams in a future unknown. Faith takes root as the shadows lighten, In soil of sorrow, no longer frightened. Let the rivers run, let them gleam, This is not an end, but a living dream.
