For in the embrace of despair,

A strength unforeseen, begins to flare,

And life, though wounded, will repair.

The world, a canvas painted in grey,

Reflects the shadows that linger within.

But in the cracks, a flicker of day,

Where hope, a fragile seed, begins to spin.

Each tear a river, carving its way,

Through the desolate, barren terrain.

Yet, in the depths, a hidden display,

Of resilience, defying the pain.

For in the embrace of despair,

A strength unforeseen, begins to flare,

And life, though wounded, will repair.

The heart, a vessel, battered and torn,

Mends slowly, with every passing beat.

A symphony of sorrow, reborn,

A melody both bitter and sweet.

And though the darkness may seem to prevail,

A glimmer of light, a distant star,

Reminds me that even in this vale,

Hope's embers, forever afar.

For in the embrace of despair,

A strength unforeseen, begins to flare,

And life, though wounded, will repair.