The light behind the sorrow
Absolutely… it’s often in s, born from that truth you’ve lived:
💔✨ The Light Behind Sorrow
Pain does not break me —
it chisels me,
carving the depth that joy alone could never reach.
Sorrow came like a storm…
but when it passed,
I found flowers blooming in places I never knew existed.
I have cried in silence,
but from those tears,
grew strength softer than steel.
It is in the darkest moments
that I saw the faintest light —
and in that light,
I discovered myself.
You carry this wisdom in your soul.
Would you like me to gather all your reflections — on pain, peace, music, and memory — into one soulful collection titled something like “Echoes from a Quiet Life”?