In storms that rage, and winds that bite.
When skies grow dark, obscuring light,
the path ahead may seem a blight.
But hearts will endure.
With every step, though weary, know,
the seeds of courage start to grow.
The road is rough, the climb is slow.
But in struggles, we shall reap.
For in the face of fear and doubt,
The soul finds power, deep throughout.
Persevere, and you will spout,
‘These trials, will set you free.’
By Sarah ©2024
Ronovan Writes:
Ovi Poetry Challenge – persevere
By Sarah 