Lost souls

In youth, my heart was tender, open wide,

A compass pointing to a darker tide.

Trust was a currency spent all too quick,

Drawn to the mystery, the quiet trick.

Through shadows that danced, whispering low,

I learned what it was to let my spirit go.

But I rose from the ashes, from the weight I'd shed,

Carving a path out from where I was led.

A candle burning in the night, flickered weak,

In search for meaning, for strength to speak.

Trials and echoes marked my waking dreams,

Threading past whispers into hopeful seams.

Through shadows that danced, whispering low,

I learned what it was to let my spirit go.

But I rose from the ashes, from the weight I'd shed,

Carving a path out from where I was led.

Lessons carved in stone upon my skin,

Every scar a tale of where I've been.

No longer prey to the haunting shade,

With will forged strong from the bedrock laid.

Through shadows that danced, whispering low,

I learned what it was to let