In the silence where shadows softly creep,
Lies a heart that knows the weight of tears.
Each beat a testament to wounds so deep,
Echoing the whispers of forgotten fears.
Beneath the moon’s watchful, tender gaze,
Pain unfurls like petals of a hidden flower.
In darkness, it dances in a silent daze,
Marking the passage of each lonely hour.
Memories linger, sharp as the nightâs chill,
Painting dreams with hues of sorrow and strife.
Yet in the dawn, where light begins to spill,
Hope breathes softly, rekindling the life.
Through the storm, we find our fragile grace,
In every scar, a story etched in time.
Embracing pain, we learn to find our place,
And rise anew, with courage to climb.