When shadows stretch and choke the fading light,
And every step feels heavy, cold, and bare,
A flicker stirs within the endless night,
A fragile spark that whispers, I am there.
Though sorrow lingers, pressing on the chest,
And tears fall silent like unbidden rain,
A quiet voice insists, You shall find rest,
And bids the soul to rise and breathe again.
Hope lives beyond the weight of fear and pain,
A stubborn flame no darkness can consume;
It turns the ashes of our loss to gain,
And calls the heart to bloom within the gloom.
So even when despair feels near and near,
A light endures, unwavering, sincere.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem