Dancing through.

Perched gently upon the terrace of life,

Alone, drowning within the waves of thoughts,

Of insurmountable obstacles, the poignant kindness of Grace embraced me.

With my eyes adorned with tears of gratitude,

I embraced Grace's tender grip, soaring high like a free bird.

Warmth whispered through my being, from the highest realms,

Every expectation found fulfillment, life danced to the rhythms I exuded.

Unbeknownst to my youthful heart,

Not all expectations reveal their benevolent face.

In earnest endeavors, I sought, I toiled.

These dreams danced beyond my grasp,

Has grace averted its kind gaze?

The rivers of thoughts once again overflowed my heart,

A heart once bright, now dimmed with doubts.

Perhaps the showers of grace are not entirely gracious.

With a weary mind, I plead life's grace,

Retract not your bestowed treasures, though they were never mine.

I briefly rested my head to slumber,

Yearning for life's revelations in the realm of dreams.

Behold, a solemn ministration unfolds,

From its somber sermon came inspiring expressions.

No matter how radiant the sun may shine,

The skies will occasionally darken, and tears shall flow like gentle raindrops.

Thus, I take my steadfast stance, unwavering and resolute,

In the face of life's tempestuous winds, I remain firm as a towering oak amidst the storm,

Determined to ascend the heights of greatness and conquer the path that lies ahead.