In the quiet corners of the heart, shadows dwell,
Whispering tales of loss, of love once held,
In their embrace, we linger, tender, frail,
Yet in the silence, healing whispers as well.

The tears that fall, like rain upon the soul,
Nurture seeds of hope in the barren ground,
With every drop, a promise to make whole,
A gentle hand to lift what was once bound.

Through the veil of sorrow, light gently breaks,
Illuminating paths we feared to tread,
In grief’s embrace, a new strength slowly wakes,
Guiding us softly toward the light ahead.

And though the scars may linger, etched in time,
They tell of journeys through the deepest night,
In healing’s arms, we rise, begin to climb,
Toward the dawn, where shadows yield to light.