Eclipsed.Rebellion: Poem by ink waver

In the abyss where wispers creep.
A spark ignites in the middle of the deep.
With tale to tell, they said:
Be strong, weallmust grown.
Yetlife unvield its darkest show.
Am I to young to hide in this storm?
Or to an insurgent, I shall transform?
In a world sofake, I take my stand
Under the eclipsed moon I command.
Through huricanes eyes, I tread,
Batteling my demons in my heads field.
Voices loud, my heart unbound
In chaos, my soul is found.
Questioning normes, daring the nights.
My spirit soars in fearless flight.
STORMES, RAGE, silence dread inside my mind, where dreams are bred
Rebellion signs, a guiding light.
From darkest depths, I emerge bright.
Though trials, tears, I clutch my mind in darkness seeking beams of light.
In the world of grown ups, I won't loose
For rebellion's path is what I choose.
They said be strong cause they all are grown old.
Am I too young to hide undr the bed?
Am I too young to feel so cold?
Or it's just lives battle wounds.
This life has shown me the worst,
Yet I rise, I rebel, from the cursed.
I didn't seek the path of strife.
But I'm finding myself in a fight for life.
With every step tofind my inner peace.
As a rebellion, my thoughts release
No longer hiding, I come to light
Whit burning passion, I claim my rights.
My voice may crack, my heart may bleed
Maybe through this pain, I'll find my peace.
To every scar, and every wound,
In rebellion's grip, I'm bold.
Through grave yards dark, where my dreams once died.
I walk with stardust by my side
In the quiet, the night roars,
Yet I keep searching opening doors.