{"id":3149,"date":"2025-03-31T12:43:54","date_gmt":"2025-03-31T12:43:54","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/walkingshadowpoetry.com\/blog\/?p=3149"},"modified":"2025-03-31T14:53:20","modified_gmt":"2025-03-31T14:53:20","slug":"from-dust-to-destination-by-walking-shadow-poetry","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/walkingshadowpoetry.com\/blog\/from-dust-to-destination-by-walking-shadow-poetry\/","title":{"rendered":"A Childhood Stolen, A Future Rebuilt.My Journey of Survival"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p>I was just a boy when the storm hit,<br><strong>Back in 2009<\/strong>, my world split.<br>I lost both parents in the blink of an eye,<br>And from that moment, I had to learn to survive.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>At first, I thought family would be my shield,<br>But then came <strong>2010<\/strong>, and reality was revealed.<br>My own sister, the one I called home,<br>Turned her back, left me all alone.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>At that point, I felt like I had nothing left,<br>Yet somehow, I had to take the next step.<br>One door had closed, but another was near,<br>Because even in darkness, hope can appear.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>That\u2019s when <strong>Edison<\/strong> stepped into my life,<br>Although we shared only a father, he stood by my side.<br>He didn\u2019t have much, but he gave what he could,<br>And for the first time, I felt understood.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Still, life was tough, the road was steep,<br>But through every struggle, I refused to weep.<br>Then, just when I thought I had reached my end,<br>Compassion knocked, like a long-lost friend.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Through their kindness, I found my way,<br>With every lesson, I saw a brighter day.<br>Little by little, step by step,<br>I climbed from nothing to more than I dreamt.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Fast forward, and now I stand,<br>Not as a victim, but as a man.<br>From <strong>zero to hero<\/strong>, I tell my tale,<br>Because no storm can make my spirit frail.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>So, if you ever feel lost in the fight,<br>Remember, <strong>pain doesn\u2019t mean the end is in sight.<\/strong><br>Every trial, every tear, every fall,<br>Is just a steppingstone, after all.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><strong>From grass to grace, from dust to destination,<\/strong><br>God turns struggles into a strong foundation.<br>Keep moving, keep trusting, keep pressing on,<br>Because after the night, the sun will be born.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/www.facebook.com\/share\/p\/15hxdFeZa6\">https:\/\/www.facebook.com\/share\/p\/15hxdFeZa6<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/walkingshadowpoetry.com\/blog\/when-its-time-to-stop-chasing-people-spoken-word\/\">When It&#8217;s Time to Stop Chasing People | Spoken Word<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n<figure class=\"wp-block-embed is-type-video is-provider-youtube wp-block-embed-youtube wp-embed-aspect-16-9 wp-has-aspect-ratio\"><div class=\"wp-block-embed__wrapper\">\n<iframe title=\"WATCHING YOUR REPLACEMENT BY WALKING SHADOW POETRY\" width=\"500\" height=\"281\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/5f3-AKuFt_0?feature=oembed\" frameborder=\"0\" allow=\"accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share\" referrerpolicy=\"strict-origin-when-cross-origin\" allowfullscreen><\/iframe>\n<\/div><\/figure>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I was just a boy when the storm hit,Back in 2009, my world split.I lost both parents in the blink of an eye,And from that moment, I had to learn to survive. 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