Unyielding Echoes

Mariana Caicedo
School of Technology


In the crucible of life, forged we are,
Not by the gentle caress of serenity,
But by the tempest's unyielding fury.

Each scar etches a tale of battles fought,
Not in the calm of placid waters,
But in the tumultuous dance of storms.

Resilience, an anthem sung by the soul,
Not in the quietude of surrender,
But in the defiant roar against the night.

We are the architects of our fortitude,
Not in the sanctuary of unchallenged ease,
But in the crucible where strength is born.