The shadows lengthen, fingers cold and deep, a whispered fear, the promises to keep.

A fragile heart, a trembling, whispered plea, "I cannot rise, this weight will bury me."

But listen close, a murmur in the soul, a tiny spark, to make the spirit whole.

The chains of doubt, bind with icy thread, but they can break, the words unsaid, unled.

Let go the grip, of what you think you lack, unfurl the wings, and never look back.

The path ahead may twist and turn and climb, but strength resides, within the heart of time.

Believe the fire, that flickers in your gaze, the hidden power, through life's uncertain maze.

Release the fear, that holds your spirit down, and wear your courage, like a royal crown.

For in the depths, where darkness used to dwell, a radiant light begins to rise and swell.

Embrace the change, the chance to start anew, and know, dear heart, that you can see it through.