Within The Shadows Of The Soul

 

 

In the silent chambers, deep and wide,
Where hidden rivers of sorrow glide,
A flicker hums, a subtle light,
A distant star in endless night.

There within the shadows of the soul,
Where fractured dreams and memories toll,
A quiet strength begins to rise,
Beneath the dark, an endless sky.

The world we carry, layered, vast,
With echoes of the ancient past,
Where hopes are forged and doubts reside,
Is both a fortress and a guide.

Through woven threads of loss and pain,
The soul renews like gentle rain;
Each scar a map, each ache a door
To something braver, something more.

For there in depths where fears take root,
Lie seeds of courage bearing fruit—
They find their way through cracked terrain,
Blooming boldly after rain.

What once was broken, worn, and bruised,
Now finds in darkness a brighter muse—
For shadows are not voids to fear
But hidden fires burning clear.

The veils of doubt, so thick and stark,
Can’t cloak the ember, nor the spark,
That grows until it’s fierce and true,
Illuminating all you knew.

So, tread with courage, trust the night,
For even there abides the light;
In shadows deep, where we must roam,
The soul unearths its quiet home.

For darkness is not end or loss,
But passage over to the gloss
Of self unknown and soul unseen,
The bridge between what is and dream.

Within these depths, your spirit whole,
Awakens strong, a fearless soul.
And where once lingered pain and fear,
Now shines a life profound, sincere.

A symphony born from silent cries,
The shadows lift as dawn will rise,
And there in truth, the heart will know—
The light it seeks was always so.

Brenda Parks