This article is written by a student writer from the Her Campus at Scranton chapter.
Beneath the clouds
Lies a guiding source
One that steers us
Out of the abyss of night.
Through the jigsaw of rustling leaves
A glimmer of golden light
struggles to peek through.
While not wholly visible,
it continues to shine.
One day, the rays will outstretch
beyond the trees,
Beam upon your face,
As proof that light always prevails.
Even while grappling to rise,
So will you.
Like the sun,
You will shine again,
You will shine beyond the leaves.