The mirror’s gaze, a mocking stare,…

The mirror’s gaze, a mocking stare,
Reflecting voids, beyond compare.
My spirit dimmed, a flickering spark,
Lost in a self-created dark.
Each step I took, a heavy dread,
The whispers echoing in my head.
Of failures past, of futures grim,
I’d lost my song, I’d lost my hymn.
But from the ashes, hope arose,
A stubborn bloom, that bravely grows.
It’s slow work, this mending heart,
A delicate and tender art.
No grand pronouncements, loud and bold,
Just quiet courage, to behold.
Each fragile brick, a whispered truth,
Restoring vigor, chasing youth.
The walls I build, they will not break,
For strength is found, for goodness sake.