Richard Yeung
2 weken, 5 dagen ago
In the darkness, I retreat,
Where silence wraps around defeat.
I cry, I hurt, I barely breathe,
A soul unsure of what to believe.
But somewhere deep, a whisper grows,
A thread of light that softly glows.
It calls to me, it breaks the night,
A quiet flame, a spark of fight.
I rise, though shadows cling below,
And face the world I used to know.
Each step I take, a truth I find,
The light was never far behind.
This is the moment, this is me,
No longer lost, I choose to be.
I dream of light, and now I see:
The light I seek begins in me.