Threads of Resilience

In the shadowed breaths of the old city,

Where ghosts of war whisper through cracked walls,

There, we weave the threads of our human spirit,

Fragile as spider silk, yet unbreakable in their ties.

We dance in the ruins, our feet tapping stories,

Old as the moon, yet fresh as the dawn's shy blush.

Each step, a word; each leap, a sentence

In the book of us—love penned in ash and dust.

I’ve seen a mother’s eyes, deep as a night without stars,

Hold the universe of her child’s laughter,

Loud enough to shake the heavens,

Loud enough to silence guns for a moment's breath.

In the cathedral of the human heart, where sorrow prays,

Love, that old priest, still speaks in tongues of flame.

Our hands, scarred by life's battles, reach across the void,

Touching—oh so briefly—the divine in us all.

We build bridges out of our brokenness,

Crossing rivers swollen with our tears.

Through each shattered piece, light gets in,

Casting rainbows on our scars—a testament to resilience.

Even as the drums of conflict echo, pounding despair,

A symphony of hope hums beneath, a melody of connection.

In every heart, there lies a secret chamber, Where peace, like a phoenix, rises from the ashes of war.

For what is this tapestry we call existence,

If not interwoven with strands of love, loss, triumph?

We, the loom; life, the weaver; fate, the pattern;

Crafting a garment that fits all humanity.

Let us then, wear it with pride, this cloth woven

From threads unbroken by hate or fear.

For even in our darkest hour, we find the light,

Kindled in the eyes of another, reflecting our own.

So here we stand, in the midst of devastation,

Proving that war may scar the surface, but never the soul.

We are the dreamers, the lovers, the survivors,

Holding on to each other, as the world spins madly on.

And when history asks what we did in the face of despair,

Let our lives say, we loved, we mended, we never let go—

For in the intricate web of human experiences,

It is love, connection, and resilience that forever glow.

- Aspen Greenwood