In the quiet corners of the mind,
Where whispers of doubt softly bind,
A shadowed realm where sunlight fades,
And hope in silence gently wades.
The weight of unseen, heavy chains,
Wraps the heart in endless rains,
A muted cry in the hollow night,
Seeking warmth, a spark of light.
Beneath the mask of daily grace,
Lies a world, a hidden place,
Where echoes of forgotten dreams,
Flow like rivers, silent streams.
Yet in this depth, a seed is sown,
A fragile hope, a whisper grown,
For in the darkest folds of mind,
A path to light we seek to find.