Never The End

A mark so small, yet full of might,

Can pull the day into the night.

But just as quick, three dots can turn

The end into a spark that burns.

A sentence stops, the silence speaks,

But meaning lies between the peaks.

Each end invites a choice to stay

Or walk through dusk into new day.

Not all that ends has reached defeat,

Some find renewal in retreat.

And with a pause, the soul may write

A stronger truth beneath the fight.

A chapter ends, the page looks bare,

But stories thrive in shifting air.

The pen still moves, the hand still knows,

New blooms will grow where sorrow goes.