In the quiet whispers of the night,
Where shadows dance and fears ignite,
A soul begins its tender flight,
Towards the dawn, embracing light.
Amidst the echoes of the past,
Where haunted memories hold fast,
A gentle strength is found at last,
In healingâs arms, shadows are cast.
The heart, once burdened by the pain,
Now feels the warmth of gentle rain,
Each drop a promise to sustain,
The seeds of hope that must remain.
With every step, a breath anew,
A journey painted in vibrant hues,
Through valleys deep and skies of blue,
The soul emerges, strong and true.