Always Rising

When shadows press and pathways close,

When every burden heavier grows,

A whisper stirs, serene and true—

The quiet strength that carries you.

It does not shout, it does not boast,

It walks beside you, like a ghost.

When walls arise and storms attack,

It lifts you up, it pulls you back.

Perseverance is not never falling,

But heeding still that inner calling.

Each stumble seeds a fiercer flame,

Each rise is bolder, never the same.

So when the weight is hard to bear,

And doubt hangs heavy in the air,

Remember—falling is not the end,

But the place where stronger roads begin.