Another Day

The sun peeks softly through the gray,  

A timid herald of a daunting day.  

Each breath, a quiet, whispered fight,  

Against the weight of endless night.  

The world demands, its voice so loud,  

To join the rush, to face the crowd.  

But courage forms in subtle ways,  

In hearts that bear unspoken haze.  

A step, though small, moves mountains high,  

A blink resists the urge to cry.  

To rise, to stand, to simply be,  

Is boldness wrapped in fragility.  

No fanfare greets this steadfast might,  

No trumpet calls, no beacon's light.  

Yet every moment forged with pain  

Is proof of battles fought, and gained.  

So cherish those who softly fight,  

Who greet the dawn despite the night.  

For making it through one more day,  

Is courage found along the way.