In the quiet moments of dawn,
When the world is still and calm,
I find pieces of myself lost,
In the echoes of a broken past.

Through the tears and endless nights,
A faint light begins to glow,
Guiding me through the storm,
Towards a place of peace and hope.

With every step, I mend,
The fragments of my weary soul,
Stitching together dreams,
That once seemed distant and cold.

Now I rise, with strength renewed,
Embracing the dawn of a new day,
For in the journey of recovery,
I have found my way.