Chase the Storms

They walk the paths worn smooth and wide,  

Where fear is hushed and doubts subside.  

But I was born with fire inside,  

To chase the storms, not run and hide.  

The easy road is safe and bright,  

Yet dull and void of struggle’s might.  

I seek the cliffs, the untamed way,  

Where tempests rise and mountains sway.  

For trials forge the sharpest steel,  

Each scar a mark, each wound I heal.  

While others turn from pain and strife,  

I carve my fate—I build my life.  

The path I walk is steep and wild,  

Yet in the dark, I stand and smile.  

For though the journey tests my soul,  

Each step I take—I make me whole.