In the shadows of a silent heart,
Where whispers of sorrow gently start,
Lies a tale of wounds unseen,
A life tethered to a somber dream.

Through the corridors of time and tears,
Each step echoes with silent fears,
The weight of pain, a heavy shroud,
In a world where cries are not allowed.

Yet in the dark, a glimmer’s found,
A strength that rises from the ground,
For every scar, a story told,
Of battles fought and courage bold.

So let the pain not be in vain,
For through the storm, we find our gain,
In every ache, a lesson learned,
And in the end, a spirit earned.