Holding On Spoken Word.

I’ve walked through fire,
Felt the burn of life’s cruel touch,
Every step a struggle,
Every breath a heavy sigh.

The nights are long,
The silence loud,
And in the darkness,
Pain echoes all around.

I’ve been bruised by words,
Scarred by actions,
Each wound a reminder
Of battles fought and lost.

But even in the depths of despair,
Where light seems so far away,
There’s a small spark that refuses to die,
A whisper that says, “Hold on.”

I’ve cried rivers,
Drowned in my own tears,
But somehow, through it all,
Hope still lingers near.

I don’t know when,
Or how, or why,
But I believe, deep down,
That one day, I’ll fly.

Fly above the pain,
Soar beyond the scars,
And find peace in a place
Where the hurt no longer mars.

I hold onto hope like a lifeline,
Gripping it with all my might,
Because I know that even in the darkest night,
The dawn is just within sight.

So, I keep moving forward,
Step by weary step,
Trusting that one day,
The tears will dry, the pain will fade.

And when that day comes,
I’ll stand tall,
Look back at the path I’ve walked,
And know it was worth it after all.

Because hope is the anchor,
That keeps me from drifting away,
It’s the light in the distance,
Guiding me to a better day.

Walking Shadow Poetry Kenya.