In the abyss of weariness, a whisper of doubt,
Yet within, a flame refuses to go out.
Peak of surrender, where dreams may collide,
What if success blooms on the other side?
Fatigue cloaks the mind, shadows the frame,
Yet, the spirit persists, aflame with the aim.
In weakness, potential may find its peak,
A triumph born when strength feels meek.
The journey's echo, a resilient plea,
What if victory unfolds at the edge of weary?
When mind and body tire, spirit takes flight,
For within your essence, dwells unyielding light.
©mercyada
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