Poem: Through the Dark, We Rise

I made them see the dark part of who they are,
The shadows hidden deep, the places scarred.
Where whispers dwell, and echoes hide,
Where even the bravest hearts sometimes collide.

I pulled back the veil of their perfect disguise,
Exposing the fears they kept in their eyes.
The cracks in their armor, the weight they bear,
The secret grief they could never share.

In the quiet, I showed them their own doubt,
The buried truths they tried to shut out.
I made them face the things they ran from,
The silent wars fought, the battles undone.

But in that moment, in the flicker of pain,
They saw the power that comes with the strain.
For in the dark, where the light can’t shine,
Is where we grow, where we redefine.

And though the truth cut deep like a knife,
They began to heal, to reclaim their life.
I made them see the darkness, yes, it’s true,
But from it, they learned how to break through.