In the quiet corners of the night,
Where whispers of pain softly alight,
A soul battles shadows, unseen,
In a war that’s silent, yet so keen.

The body, weary and frail,
Carries burdens, stories that ail,
Eyes that once sparkled with light,
Now dimmed by an endless fight.

Hearts beat with a fervent plea,
For solace, for hope, to be free,
Yet illness wraps its tendrils tight,
Turning day into endless night.

But within the darkness, embers glow,
A strength unknown begins to show,
For every shadow has its dawn,
And through the pain, new life is born.