In the quiet corners of a weary heart,
Whispers linger, shadows softly crawl,
Through the aching silence, they impart,
Stories of strength when the body falls.
Beneath the weight of a thousand sighs,
Hope flickers like a distant flame,
Gentle echoes of the soulâs cries,
Seeking solace from the unyielding pain.
The dance of light and dark entwined,
In tender moments where courage reigns,
A journey where the self is redefined,
Amidst the torrent of relentless rains.
Yet in that depth, a quiet grace blooms,
Resilience carved from the nightâs embrace,
Healing whispers in the shadowed rooms,
Finding peace in illness, face to face.