In the midst of this daunting cost, When it seems the world's against me, Each day, new hurdles, sorrows amassed, What more trials await, we'll see.
The journey feels endless, long, Yet I sense it's a storm before the calm, Life's way of making me strong, Teaching me resilience, like a healing balm.
Perhaps it's all for the years ahead, My intuition whispers of something divine, A beauty that's not hurried, not sped, But must endure, in sorrow we'll refine.
This hope within the despair sustains, For the moment yet to arrive, Through sorrow and struggle, we gain, Strength to thrive, to truly come alive.
So I press on with unwavering grace, Waiting for that day to break through, In the meantime, I'll keep my pace, Growing stronger, and believing, it's true
