Some days feel heavy,
like rain that will not end,
clouds sitting quietly
where sunlight used to bend.
The world keeps moving forward,
while your feet stay still,
and every little moment
feels harder than it will.
But storms are not forever,
even when they stay too long,
and hearts that feel exhausted
can still learn hopeful songs.
A tiny light still flickers
beneath the darkest skies,
waiting for the morning
to slowly start to rise.
So hold on through the silence,
through every aching night—
because even tired souls
are worthy of the light.