In the mirror, a reflection speaks,
A voice soft, yet it screams,
The silence of a thousand dreams,
Shattered beneath fragile peaks.
Shadows dance around the plate,
Forks and knives, silent debate,
A war waged in whispered tones,
Hunger echoes in hollowed bones.
Beneath the surface, a storm brews,
Torn between whatâs false and true,
In the quiet, the struggle hides,
Beneath the calm, the chaos bides.
Yet in the darkness, a light is found,
A gentle voice, a soothing sound,
Courage blooms where fear once tread,
In healing whispers, the heart is fed.