In the quiet corners of the night,
Where whispers of sorrow softly tread,
I wandered through valleys cloaked in gray,
Seeking the dawn beyond the dread.

Shadows loomed with voices loud,
Yet in the heart, a flicker stayed,
A gentle flame that dared to glow,
Against the storm, it softly swayed.

Through tangled paths of doubt and fear,
I found a strength I never knew,
Each step a testament to hope,
As morning skies broke into view.

Now the sun paints colors bright,
On the canvas of a healed mind,
For in the struggle, light was born,
A radiant peace, tender and kind.