In the quiet of the night, shadows dance in sorrow’s embrace,
Tears fall softly, tracing the paths of silent grief,
Memories linger, like whispers of a distant place,
Heartbeats echo, in the silence of disbelief.

Yet, within the depths of pain, a light begins to stir,
Gentle and persistent, it grows with each passing day,
Healing whispers, like the softest spoken word,
Guide the heart out of the darkness, showing a new way.

The journey is long, with steps both small and grand,
Each moment a testament to resilience and grace,
The soul rebuilds, like castles in the sand,
Finding strength in every scar, every trace.

And so, in the dance of sorrow and healing’s tender touch,
We find our way back to the light, to life anew,
Embracing the wholeness within us, loving so much,
The journey of grief becomes a path we walk through.