In the shadowed corners of the heart’s domain,
Where whispers of lost hopes softly tread,
Lies a silent echo of enduring pain,
A tapestry of dreams left unfed.

Through the nights when stars refuse to shine,
And the moon hides behind a veil of tears,
The soul wanders through a labyrinthine line,
Searching for solace amidst its fears.

Each breath a testament to strength unknown,
A quiet rebellion against the tide,
As time etches scars upon the stone,
Yet, within, the spirit continues to abide.

In the dawn’s gentle embrace, we find,
A whisper of hope in the morning air,
For even in suffering, love is intertwined,
A reminder that we are never beyond repair.