Go High

When life feels like it's gone astray,
And fortune's smile has turned away,
It's easy to sink deeper still,
Like a barnacle clinging to its chill.

But sinking low means staying trapped,
Beneath the surface where fears are wrapped,
In shadows of doubt and despair's embrace,
Where self-pity festers, leaving little space.

Yet there's another path, a way to rise,
Where the air is fresh beneath clear skies.
It's where dreams soar beyond the mundane,
And faith ignites like a fiery flame.

For in the realm where hope resides,
Perseverance and determination collide,
To lift us high above the storm,
Where miracles dance and fears subside.

So let us choose to ascend, not stay,
To reach for the light, come what may.
For it's in rising that we truly thrive,
And in facing challenges, we feel alive.