It wasn’t easy arising from the pain.

It wasn’t easy arising from the pain,
Like a solitary rose after heavy rain.
There was no place where you could complain,
As if it were your burden alone to obtain.

It was even harder chasing hope in vain,
Like a trembling bird through a storm’s refrain.
You lost your destination but had to move again,
Leaving behind the stations on a lonely train.

It wasn’t easy holding back the strain,
walking on edges under numbing cocaine.
The grief took root and made you insane,
A silent ache that words couldn’t explain.

But through the shadows, a light did remain —
A whisper of dawn, after nights of disdain.