Strength is found in quiet places:
In moonlit skies and warm embraces,
In a kind word, soft yet bright,
In the dawn that chases night.
And that strength is real.
We rise, again and again—
No matter the tragedy,
Here we are.
Happiness and sorrow,
Beginnings and ends—
Life,
A tide that pulls and bends.
After all, what is life?
A fleeting moment—
To some, everything,
To others, nothing.
And yet, when we think we cannot rise,
Here we are—unbowed, unbroken.
Keep going. Keep fighting.
Keep living.
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