Ye Shall Rise Poem by Chimwemwe kangulero

Oh, hear ye, hear ye, my tale to unfold
Of a young one battling through troubles untold
Through hardship and pain, they do arise
With each setback, they still do surmise

This sonnet I pen in true iambic voice
Of how one's struggles can truly rejoice
For with each challenge, though hard to endure
Comes strength and growth, a victory secure

Though at times it seems life's cruel and unfair
Your path is yours, yours alone to bear
But know that with each day that passes by
Your inner strength will heal, you'll surely rise high

So if you find yourself lost in despair
Hold on dear one, salvation is near
For every wound shall heal, with time's gentle touch
And you, my dear, shall rise, oh so much!