Defiant Pulse
by Dawg
Beneath the collapse of expectation, where weight bruises bone,
a heart thrums out a challenge–dark, relentless, unbowed.
Despair rises, a black tide, but cannot swallow this stubborn drum;
each beat answers the shadow’s command with raw defiance,
in silence, that pulse is a war cry–unseen, unyielding.
Shadows clutch and clutch again, eager for surrender,
but resolve is a blade sharpened by every failure,
a rhythm that splits apart the cold, slicing through the hush.
The heart does not kneel to the architecture of dread,
it stands, roaring in the night, forging new maps from pain.
Where others falter, a beat insists on return–
a cadence wound tight, refusing to break,
even as darkness surrounds, even as doors clang shut,
this pulse builds a new fortress, stone by stone,
defiant even when the world narrows to breath and bone.
In the deepest night, when silence smothers,
the heart carves out its own refrain–relentless, unafraid,
shattering the grip of cold despair,
making hope from the wreckage of old fear,
its drumbeat a prophecy of survival, of futures not yet claimed.