
In the quiet corners of the night,
Where whispers of illness softly creep,
Lies a heart burdened with silent fright,
Yearning for solace, longing for sleep.
The shadows dance in a weary mind,
Casting doubts with a chilling grace,
Yet within, a spark is left to find,
A flicker of hope in a darkened place.
Through the valley of pain and fear,
The spirit fights with gentle might,
Seeking the dawn that draws near,
Guided by dreams of returning light.
As healing winds begin to rise,
Carrying whispers of gentle peace,
The heart, once weary, now finds the skies,
And the soul’s quiet tremors cease.