Beyond The Pain

I turn to face the shadows, but they pull me down,  

A sea of moments drenched in sorrow, where I drown.  

Each echo from the past, a wound that still remains,  

And when I reach for answers, I only find the pain.  

  

I tell myself, “Don’t look,” there's nothing left to find,  

No light within those corridors, no peace of mind.  

But what if through the cracks, there’s something yet unseen?  

A strength that grew in silence, where the hurt had been.  

  

If pain was all I carried, how did I survive?  

What made me keep on going, what kept hope alive?  

Perhaps within the heartache, there’s more than just the ache—  

A will to stand and fight again, for my own sake.  

  

So when I look behind me, though the hurt is real,  

I’ll search beyond the suffering for what it helped me feel.  

The power in each scar, the lessons in the fall,  

I’ll honor both the wounds and how I rose through it all.