Through Dust And Fire Poem by Abdurraheem Abdurrafiu Adeyemi

I walked where the road forgot its name, Through broken dreams and silent pain.

No map, no light, no guiding hand, Just scars that taught me how to stand.

The nights were long, the days were cold, Hope felt weak, my heart felt old.

I drank from streams of bitter truth, And buried the innocence of youth.

Storms didn't ask if I was strong,
They came and stayed, they lasted long.

Each thunderstrike, each heavy fall, Was life's hard lesson—stand or crawl.

I wore my struggles like a skin,
Fought quiet wars I couldn't win.

Yet deep inside, a fire remained,
Unseen, unbroken, unchained.

They saw the wounds, they missed the fight, They never knew my darkest night.

For every tear that touched the ground, Another piece of strength I found.

Now I rise from dust and flame,
Not the same, yet still I claim—
Every scar, every painful view,
Built the warrior I grew into.