In shadows deep, where despair held sway,

I walked alone, where skies were gray. 

And sunny wasn't a single day

Yet, a flicker whispered within my soul, 

A spark named hope, making me whole.

Through the trials that sought to bind, 

I found strength within my mind.

In the darkest night, a glimmer's birth, 

Hope arose, reclaiming my worth.

It lifted my eyes above the earth.

With every tear that marked my face, 

Hope painted dreams in that sacred space.

A proud beacon that proved the race, 

A symphony of courage, a resilient song, 

In the heart's gallery, where I belong.

I danced with shadows, embraced the pain,

For hope endured like gentle rain. 

Though they called it a dreamer's dream.

It whispered promises, a steady stream, 

An unwavering beacon in life's grand scheme.

Through valleys low and mountains high,

In times when defeat is nigh,

Hope stood beside, a faithful ally. 

In the tapestry of time, a thread so fine,

Weaving resilience, a narrative divine.

So, I rise from ashes, a spirit reborn, 

With hope as my guide, I face the morn. 

In the book of life, where chapters unfold,

Hope narrates a story, untold and bold.