In the quiet of the night, shadows creep,
Of memories buried, in silence they weep.
Echoes of sorrow in the dark they stay,
Haunting the mind in a ghostly array.

Broken whispers of a time once bright,
Now veiled in pain, hidden from sight.
The heart aches with an unspoken plea,
For solace, for peace, for a moment free.

Faces and places that time can’t erase,
Trapped in a cycle, an endless chase.
Seeking the light in a world so dim,
Fighting the shadows, limb by limb.

Yet through the darkness, a glimmer of hope,
A fragile thread, a guiding rope.
For even in trauma, strength is found,
In the depths of despair, resilience is crowned.