Beneath the weight of starless nights,
He carved his path through fractured light
A scholar' s heart, though hunger gnawed,
In lecture halls, his dreams he thawed.
No coin to claim a bed's embrace,
Yet courage etched his weary face.
Cold floors, stale bread, and borrowed showers,
But hope persisted through the hours.
“Define your goal,”his voice now rings,
“Let every step to purpose cling.”
Through storms of doubt, he held the flame,
And grit became his middle name.
No grant nor state would stake his claim,
Yet social media fanned his aim.
Strangers became his steadfast kin,
Their faith a balm for wounds within.
Now standing tall, degree in hand,
He maps the way for others’ land.
“Your trials are seeds” he softly shares,
“For blossoms thrive through unkind airs.”
Resilience wrote his story’s creed
Not born of luck, but planted seed.
A testament to hearts that fight,
And turn the darkest voids to light.
