"The Quiet Flame"

When tempests roar and shadows fall,
When silence greets your earnest call,
Hold fast, though winds may strip the tree—
Its roots endure, as must we be.

No path is carved by ease alone,
But stone by stone, and bone by bone.
The hand that shakes, yet strikes again,
Knows courage deeper than the pain.

The stars are not for those who drift,
But those who rise, who build, who lift.
Who shape their fate through sweat and strain,
And find resolve inside the rain.

For time rewards the patient soul,
Who walks, not runs, toward their goal.
Who, though denied the light of day,
Still labors on and clears the way.

Let others yield to doubt or fear—
You forge ahead, your purpose clear.
For strength is not in brawn or blade,
But in the stand that will not fade.

Perseverance is the sacred fire,
That fuels the will and climbs the spire.
A quiet flame that does not cease,
Until the heart has earned its peace.

So press beyond the harsh unknown—
Each step is yours, and yours alone.
And when you reach that distant crest,
You'll know you gave the world your best.