I\u2019ve walked through fire,
Felt the burn of life\u2019s cruel touch,
Every step a struggle,
Every breath a heavy sigh.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The nights are long,
The silence loud,
And in the darkness,
Pain echoes all around.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I\u2019ve been bruised by words,
Scarred by actions,
Each wound a reminder
Of battles fought and lost.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
But even in the depths of despair,
Where light seems so far away,
There\u2019s a small spark that refuses to die,
A whisper that says, \u201cHold on.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I\u2019ve cried rivers,
Drowned in my own tears,
But somehow, through it all,
Hope still lingers near.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I don\u2019t know when,
Or how, or why,
But I believe, deep down,
That one day, I\u2019ll fly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Fly above the pain,
Soar beyond the scars,
And find peace in a place
Where the hurt no longer mars.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
So, I keep moving forward,
Step by weary step,
Trusting that one day,
The tears will dry, the pain will fade.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
And when that day comes,
I\u2019ll stand tall,
Look back at the path I\u2019ve walked,
And know it was worth it after all.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Because hope is the anchor,
That keeps me from drifting away,
It\u2019s the light in the distance,
Guiding me to a better day.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Walking Shadow Poetry Kenya.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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But even in the depths of despair,Where light seems so far away,There\u2019s […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":2475,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[97,25,98],"tags":[35,49,34,67,50,61,55,53,22,48],"class_list":["post-2474","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-poetry","category-solitude","category-storytime","tag-poems","tag-poetess","tag-poetry","tag-preciousowoko","tag-spokenword","tag-spokenwords","tag-stories","tag-story","tag-walkingshadowpoetry","tag-walkingshadowpoetrykenya"],"aioseo_notices":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/walkingshadowpoetry.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/08\/pexels-photo-26824799.jpeg?fit=1880%2C1057&ssl=1","jetpack-related-posts":[{"id":2505,"url":"https:\/\/walkingshadowpoetry.com\/blog\/the-stubborn-child-apology-letter\/","url_meta":{"origin":2474,"position":0},"title":"The Stubborn Child Apology Letter.","author":"walking shadow poetry kenya","date":"August 28, 2024","format":false,"excerpt":"Dear Mom and Dad,I know I\u2019ve caused you pain,With my stubborn ways and selfish acts,I\u2019ve brought more clouds than rain. 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