Echoes of a Resilient Soul

In the quiet spaces of my soul, a poet speaks,

A voice not mine, but from depths unique.

It whispers softly, sometimes roars with might,

A silent rebel, embracing day and night.

Through desert summers scorching with despair,

Or polar snows where hope is a rare affair,

I rise undeterred, my spirit unbowed,

For every fall is a prelude to standing proud.

Indifferent is the world, with eyes that glare,

Yet, I forge ahead, refusing to wear

Their judgments, simple and bare,

"I don't care, and I dare."

Let not tears escape like fleeting tides,

Hold them close, let courage be your guide.

Born bare and alone in this world's embrace,

Beyond flesh and bones lies a sacred space.

If they glimpse not the heart within,

Their oversight, their profound sin.

Believe in yourself, oh, resilient soul,

Victory yours in life's eternal toll.