In the quiet of the night, shadows whisper,
Echoes of a past that never seems to fade.
Silent tears trace paths down weary cheeks,
As memories replay, like an unending parade.

The heart beats heavy, laden with unseen pain,
A storm within that no one else can see.
The mind, a battlefield of thoughts and fears,
Where the past and present wrestle endlessly.

Eyes that once sparkled with unbridled light,
Now dimmed by the weight of yesterday’s strife.
Seeking solace in the arms of fleeting dreams,
Yet waking to the harshness of reality’s knife.

Healing comes in whispers, in gentle breaths,
In the courage to face the darkness within.
For from the ashes of trauma, strength arises,
A testament to the resilience of the human spirit.