#poetry #art
In the crucible of youth, where naivety meets the storm,
An element is shaped, under the pressure's form.
A beast breathes fire, a symbol of despair,
Yet from the ashes, a phoenix takes the air.
Like a particle in the cosmos, confined yet unbound,
Held by unseen forces, yet in freedom found.
The struggle, the strife, the relentless night,
Ignites a spark, a celestial light.
A lone figure in the shadows, witness to a dystopia,
Yet within the chaos, a vision ascends,
A chariot of fire, on a journey it sends.
The paradigm shifts, the old world fades,
From the chrysalis, a butterfly invades.
The past, a shell, the future, unchained,
In the dance of existence, a new rhythm is gained.
The etchings of the past, deep and profound,
Become the compass, by which purpose is found.
From the crucible of pain, a new form is born,
Resilient and strong, no longer forlorn.
In the grand tapestry of existence, each thread intertwines,
The warp and the weft, in time's grand design.
From the loom of hardship, a masterpiece unfurls,
A testament to the resilience of souls.
This is the slam of the paradigm shift,
A tribute to those, who gave life a lift.
From the ashes of despair, hope takes flight,
In the darkest night, they found their light.
