The Soul’s Lighthouse

The Soul’s Lighthouse

In the depths of night's embrace, where shadows dwell and fears trace,
A whisper winds through the hollow, a truth that's hard to swallow.
"He who has the why to live," it breathes with a sigh,
"Can bear the how, no matter how steep the mountains rise high."

For within the heart that knows its cause, beats a rhythm without pause,
Through storms that rage and winds that howl, through fate's most fickle scowl.
The why is like a lighthouse beam, cutting through the nightmare's seam,
Guiding the soul through the tempest's scream, to where hopes and dreams teem.

Yet ponder, O soul, what is thy why, that bids thee to try,
When the how is a tempest's cry, and comfort's hearth has gone dry?
Is it love, is it passion, or is it fear of oblivion's fashion?
Or is it the poet's undying need, to plant the immortal seed?

For me, the why was ever clear, in every line we hold dear,
To capture beauty before it fades, in the twilight of life's arcades.
To hold fast to that which gleams, in the darkest of life's streams,
And find solace in the raven's dreams, where nothing is as it seems.

So take this truth and hold it near, through every trial, through every tear,
The why is the heart's sweetest song, that makes the weak become strong.
And though the how may bring its pain, and the night's chill may long remain,
With the why firmly in your grasp, any how you shall surely clasp.

“He who has the why to live can bear almost any how.” - Friedrich Nietzsche