The Wanderer’s Way

In midst of chaos, I found my way,
The wanderer, adrift, met the break of day.
Through shadowed trails and endless night,
Each failure dimmed, yet sparked new light.

I carried burdens, heavy, unseen,
Through barren lands and valleys lean.
Every stumble, a silent plea,
Yet whispered softly, “There’s more to see.”

The echoes of dreams long buried deep,
Awoke in the quiet where shadows creep.
A spark, a flame, then a blazing fire,
Fueling steps that once tired, now aspire.

The broken road, with scars so wide,
Became the map where hope resides.
Each shard of pain, each tear of strife,
Rebuilt the vessel, restored the life.

One day, a door I never sought,
Revealed the purpose I’d long forgot.
A glimmer, a hand, a whispered name,
Suddenly, the wanderer wasn’t the same.

Through trials endured, the heart grew wise,
The stars shone clearer in unveiled skies.
What once seemed lost, now brightly glows,
From ashes of despair, a garden grows.

So let the storms rage, the winds may cry,
For wanderers find the truth nearby.
In chaos, a song, in darkness, a ray,
The wanderer always finds its way.