A tremor shook the ground, My…

A tremor shook the ground,
My self, a castle, tumbling down.
Each stone, a doubt, a whispered lie,
Beneath a vast and empty sky.
Now dust and rubble mark my days,
Lost in a self-inflicted maze.
But in the stillness, something stirs,
A tiny seed, that life prefers.
A whisper back, a gentle plea,
To find the strength still deep in me.
The task immense, the tools are few,
But piece by piece, I’ll build anew.
No sudden might, no thunderous call,
Just patient hands, to mend it all.
The cracks may show, the scars remain,
But here I stand, through sun and rain.
A different fortress, stronger grown,
From ruins of what I had known.