In the quiet corners of the heart,
Where shadows dance and fears reside,
There lies a battle fought in silence,
A struggle hidden deep inside.
The mind, a fortress, strong yet frail,
Wages wars against unseen foes,
Seeking peace in endless turmoil,
Yearning for a life that flows.
The body, weary from the fight,
Bears the scars of battles past,
Each day a test of strength and will,
A quest for solace, to outlast.
But hope, a beacon shining bright,
Guides the weary through the night,
With every dawn, a new beginning,
A promise of healing, health’s true light.