In shadows of the unspoken night,
Where whispers of sorrow softly tread,
Pain weaves its tale with threads of light,
In the echoes of words unsaid.

A heart bound by chains of yesterday,
Yet beats with courage in the storm,
Through silent tears, it finds its way,
In agony, a strength is born.

The silent screams within the soul,
Painted scars on weary skin,
Yet in this crucible, we find whole,
A phoenix rising from within.

For in the depths where shadows lie,
Hope kindles softly, a gentle flame,
Pain, the teacher, never shy,
Guides us tenderly through its name.