Echoes of Resolve
by Dawg
Among the ghosts of failures past, resilience learns to breathe–
specters of blunder parade with sharpened claws,
but every scar becomes a step, every stumble a wreath
woven for victory from the jaws
of memory’s grave.
The shamed and the damned
would linger, would feed, would keep the bold in chains.
Yet the stride of the undaunted cuts through where the damned
wail and writhe, and their curses bleed into gains.
Each misstep a stone in the throat of the maze,
yet the path, by its sorrow, is marked and remade–
haunted, yes, but also holy, the pain that conveys
itself into resolve–an unbreakable blade.
Undaunted, facing what masquerades as the end,
the whispers of darkness, the dust on a sleeve–
among ghosts of lost moments, a new will is penned,
a future from fragments, for those who believe.
In corridors grim, where the bleakness looms,
and the air is thick with the threat of defeat–
resolve flares up, a torch that consumes
all that would bury it, rises to meet
the challenge of living, of daring, of hope–
among ghosts, among shadows, stride on and cope.