We do recover
By Patrick Ramsey
In the quiet hours,
when the world feels heavy,
we gather our shards,
pieces of dreams
that once danced in daylight,
now scattered like whispers
in the corners of our minds.
We stitch the fabric of hope,
with threads of resilience,
finding warmth in the sunlit moments,
noticing blooms
that push through the cracks,
fragile yet unyielding.
The weight of yesterday
can bend the strongest heart,
but we stand,
arms wide as canyons,
accepting the rain
that falls to wash us clean,
the storms that teach us
how to bend,
but not to break.
Every scar tells a story,
reminders of battles fought,
and though the journey is long,
with twisted paths and shadows,
we walk hand in hand,
turning vulnerability
into strength,
finding light in the crevices,
discovering that healing
is a river,
ever flowing,
ever renewing.
So let us rise,
like dawn after a long night,
lifting our voices
to the chorus of survival,
for in our hearts,
we hold the truth:
We do recover,
we do reclaim,
and together,
we learn to dream again.