The Ink of Resilience!

 *The Ink of Resilience*  

Once, my sorrow drew a line,  

A veil of black, a silent sign.  

Hiding dear one lost, the pain unseen,  

Eyes adorned with midnight sheen.  

Yet morning called, a steady voice,  

Strength awakened—not by choice.  

Each stroke of liner, dark and bold,  

Became my armor, strong and cold.  

Now I rise, no fear, no sway,  

Guiding minds along the way.  

Parents, teachers, students bright,  

Learning from my past in light.  

Pain once carved, but wisdom grew,  

Lessons shaped by what I knew.  

The path ahead still winds and bends,  

Yet knowledge flows, it never ends.  

Not just healing—giving, too,  

From wounds, the light of wisdom drew.  

The ink of grief, transformed to fight,  

And love and loss now shine so bright