Year 2025 Poem: 2025: After the Storm, by Ryan Rahman

In 2024, I fought for my soul,
A battle beneath a sky torn apart.
The storm raged, fierce and relentless,
Heartbreak shattered, pieces of me lost.

I faced my fears head-on,
The weight of grief pressing down,
Waves crashing over me,
Unforgiving, unyielding.

Yet in the chaos,
A whisper broke through—
Like rain on parched land,
Healing my inner child,
Mending the broken parts.

I sat in stillness,
Alone in the dark,
Rebuilding, reassessing,
Learning from the storm,
Finding lessons in the struggle.

The clouds didn’t part overnight,
But with each storm, I found clarity.
The thunder no longer a warning,
But a sign of growth,

Each flash of lightning illuminating
Paths once feared.

Now, as 2025 unfolds,
A quiet optimism stirs.
Fear still lingers like distant thunder,
But it no longer grips my heart.

For the horizon gleams with possibility.
Not because the storm is over,
But because I’ve learned to stand in the rain,
To trust the rhythm of the universe.

This year has just begun,
But already, it feels like something has shifted.
I’ve changed for the better,
And for the first time,
I believe I’ve weathered the worst.

The thunder may still roll,
But I stand strong,
Ready for what’s next,
With hope in my heart,
And the strength to face whatever comes.