The Edge of the Abyss
Like a wild orchid growing
on the edge of a cliff
on the edge of a world about to collapse
beauty is never born of comfort
it draws fire from wounds
and adorns the darkness
with its own light.
What would life be without storms?
Do not the strongest roots grow in cracked soil
and the deepest rivers are born from rain that never stops?
Fear is a shadow that
stretches across the horizon
but courage is a star that keeps shining
guiding us through the night.
Look at the abyss, not its end,
but the beginning of wings
you never expected.
Each step is a whisper to your courage:
Rise, though your body trembles,
for on the edge of uncertainty,
you find yourself.
A Silent Star
A heavy day hangs at twilight's end,
night comes like a cold hand,
tapping your shoulder slowly—
and you know, there's nothing but silence.
In the dark, the stars
shine without a sound.
They never ask
why you keep walking.
Darkness only stays for a while,
like dew on a leaf.
Dawn will rise,
and you'll still be alone on that road.