The Breaking Point
At the breaking point, it’s all laid bare,The weight of fear,
the thinning air.Every scream, every cry, fuels the fire,As I climb from the depths,
higher and higher.
The chains of doubt claw at my frame,Each link a shadow,
each one a name.But fire lives where the dark holds tight,A spark of will,
a burning light.
The edge recedes, the line holds firm,A lesson lived,
a path I’ve earned.Through the cracks, a new day breaks,At the breaking point,
a soul remakes.