In shadowed times, when hope doth wane,
We delve within, past joy and pain,
Stripped of the veils of fleeting might,
Our souls lay bare in darkened light.
Adversity, in grim array,
Doth mock our dreams and sweep away
The fragile bonds of self-conceit,
Where pride and humble reason meet.
As Viktor’s words, by trial earned,
Remind us of the truths we spurned—
“When change eludes and fate holds sway,
We are the ones to change our way.”
Deep in our breast, a cavern lies,
Hidden beneath life’s transient guise;
A place where ancient echoes hum,
Which doth, in silence, bid us come.
A fall we find—nay, downward flight,
Where hubris fades, and mortal fright
Doth stir us from our heedless bliss,
To reckon with the soul’s abyss.
Jung’s wise refrain in shadow calls,
“For light doth rise where darkness falls.”
We stumble, lost, yet find anew,
What’s buried deep but ever true.
This abiding dark, our tender source,
Though veiled in sorrow, charts a course;
As Rumi spake, “The wound’s release,
Allows the light to enter peace.”
So trust in crisis, let it prove,
That in the void, the soul doth move;
Emerging strong, with eyes reborn,
In wisdom’s arms, no longer torn.
For trials forge, as Nietzsche’s song
Reminds us we, the weak made strong,
Through tempests, find a truer ground,
And in ourselves, true meaning found.
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