What Waits Beyond Poem by Vanessa Dizon Alvarez

When night is thick and hope is thin,
And sorrow claws beneath your skin,
When every breath feels steeped in dread,
And dreams lie broken, cold, and dead—

Know this: the dusk is not the end,
The dark will crack, the light will bend.
Though shadows press with cruel delight,
They cannot hold eternal night.

The grave of grief is not your fate,
The storm will pass, though harsh and late.
The pain you bear, the tears you spill,
Shall not outlast your iron will.

You walk through fire, yet still you stand,
A ghost with flame in trembling hand.
And though the world may seem untrue,
There are lost souls who walk with you.

So trust the hush, the haunted air—
Beyond the veil, the dawn is there.
And what awaits, though veiled in mist,
Is not despair, but hope's soft kiss.