Rise

Once I had a dream, but it was misplaced,
Tucked in a corner, a shadowed space.
Whispers of hope that no one could hear,
Misunderstood by the ones held dear.
At the core of the storm, I stood so still,
Fighting the wind with a trembling will.
Called for an encore, but silence laughed,
Left in the dark with a sound like baff.
The road was rough, with no clear sign,
Just stars above and a crooked line.
I stitched my wounds with threads of grace,
Wore my past like a proud old lace.
And now I rise with the break of dawn,
The pain, the loss—they're not all gone.
But deep in my chest, I’ve found once more
A song that echoes from my core.