In the quiet corners of the night,
Where shadows whisper tales unsaid,
A battle rages out of sight,
Within the heart, a silent dread.

Beneath the skin, a war unknown,
A virus weaves its cruel embrace,
Yet hope and strength have brightly shone,
In every tear-streaked, weary face.

Threads of life, so thin, so frail,
Entwined with dreams, with love, with loss,
Each breath a testament to prevail,
Each day a bridge we strive to cross.

And in the depths of pain and fear,
Resilience blooms, a steadfast light,
For every silent, fallen tear,
There blooms a flower in the night.