Nobody looks good in their darkest hours,
When the weight of the world seems to overwhelm,
And the shadows cast their heavy powers,
On the soul that's lost its former helm.
But it's those hours that make us what we are,
The defining moments of our existence,
When we're pushed to the brink, and raise the bar,
And find within us new-found resilience.
It's in the depths of pain and despair,
That we're forced to confront our inner selves,
And find strengths we never knew were there,
As we shed the layers of our former shells.
The darkness can be a fearsome place,
A labyrinth of doubts and insecurities,
Where we're haunted by our deepest disgrace,
And drown in our own fragilities.
But it's in that place of utter despair,
Where we learn the true measure of our worth,
As we fight with all our might, and dare,
To rise above our struggles and rebirth.
For it's only in the darkness that we see,
The beauty of the light that lies ahead,
And appreciate the true power of glee,
When we emerge from the depths, no longer dead.
Nobody looks good in their darkest hours,
But it's in those hours that we find our might,
As we overcome our deepest fears,
And bask in the glory of newfound light.
Never fear the darkness that you face,
For it's your gift to grow and find your way,
And with courage and grace, you'll leave your trace,
On the world, and live to fight another day.