Rise Through the Rough 𓍯𓂃𓏧♡

When the ground turns hard beneath our tread,

And hope walks on with weary head,
When silence hums where songs once played—
We rise through the rough, though sorely frayed.

Not for mercy in the stone,
Nor kindness in the path alone,
But for the truth that shadows bring—
The self revealed in suffering.

When ease has fled and pride runs dry,
We face ourselves, no mask, no lie.
The soul, laid bare in wind and flame,
Finds strength no comfort ever claimed.

Grace does not arrive with gold,
But in the dark, when hands grow cold—
It waits where pain and purpose meet,
And turns our wounds to steady feet.

So walk the road, though harsh and steep,
Though it may cost what we would keep.
For only there, where comforts fall,
Do we become our truest all.