Woven Strength

You have woven each thread through the loom of time,

A tapestry rich, both rugged and fine.

The golden and frayed, the dark and the bright,

Together they shimmer in truth's gentle light.

Each knot a lesson, each tear a fight,

Each tangled struggle a climb toward height.

The needle of hardship, the spool of grace,

Have stitched your story into this place.

Through storms that howled and skies that bled,

You wove with courage, you pushed ahead.

Not knowing the pattern, not seeing it clear,

Yet each pull of the thread drew strength near.

The power was never a prize to be found,

But a force within you, deep and profound.

Unfolding in silence, with every scar,

A quiet reminder of who you are.

So stand now, wrapped in what you have spun—

A cloak of resilience, a race well-run.

For the threads you wove were never in vain,

They led you back home—to your power again.