In the quiet whispers of the night,
A shadow lingers, soft and slight.
A silent dance of ebb and flow,
Where strength and struggle intertwine and grow.

Through weary days and endless hours,
The soul confronts its hidden powers.
A fragile hope, a flickering light,
Guides the heart through darkest night.

Each breath a testament of will,
Against the tide, steady and still.
In every tear, a story told,
Of battles fought and courage bold.

Yet in the pain, a lesson lies,
In whispered winds and starlit skies.
For every dawn, a chance to heal,
To find the strength, to hope, to feel.