In the quiet of the night, whispers cry,
Through the veils of darkness, tears silently sigh.
Beneath the stars, unseen struggles unfold,
In the heart’s chambers, stories untold.
The weight of sorrow, a relentless tide,
Carving paths through the soul, where shadows confide.
Each moment a battle, silent and fierce,
Wounds of the spirit that no eye can pierce.
Yet in the depths, a flicker remains,
A fragile light breaking through the chains.
Hope, a gentle breath in the storm’s embrace,
Guiding the weary through life’s endless chase.
In suffering’s embrace, strength is born,
A testament to the spirit, weathered and worn.
Through the echoes of pain, a new dawn calls,
In resilience, the soul stands tall.