Someday, the tears will lose their name,
The ache will fade, the hurt, the blame.
We'll look back not to curse the pain,
But marvel how we rose again.
The ones who broke us, left us torn,
Will blur like shadows in the morn.
And what we sought in wrath or fight
Will melt beneath forgiveness' light.
For freedom's not in striking back,
But letting go what holds us back.
Time will write its quiet grace
In every scar we learned to face.
It's not the start that tells our tale,
But how we stand when legs grow frail.
The final page, the closing line—
That's where our strength begins to shine.
So smile, though sorrow had its day.
Laugh, though joy once slipped away.
Forgive, believe, and love once more—
That's how we win. That's what life's for.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem