In the shadows where the whispers dwell,  
Where doubt entwines like a heavy spell,  
I stand, unraveled by the storm's fierce hand,  
Yet in this chaos, I find where I stand.

The weight of loathing may cloud my sight,  
But even in darkness, I stretch toward the light.  
For every stumble, every tear that falls,  
Is a step toward glory, a rise from the falls.

With trembling voice, I reclaim my fate,  
Each scar tells a story, each wound can create  
A tapestry woven with courage and grace,  
A dance of resilience in this fervent space.

Let the tempest rage, let the winds blow strong,  
For power resides in knowing where I belong.  
I am the storm and the calm that it brings,  
A symphony of struggle, flying on bold wings.

I gather the pieces …both bruised and worn,  
In the heart of my battles, a new self is born.  
With each breath, I conquer the mountains of doubt,  
For within me lies strength that will never run out.

Oh, let the world tremble, let it oft misjudge,  
In the face of my trials, I refuse to begrudge.  
For beneath every burden, beneath every scar,  
Lies the truth of my spirit …a luminous star.

So here I rise, a phoenix in flight,  
A testament woven of shadows and light.  
For though the path twists and the nights feel long,  
I am woven of courage, I am woven of song.