In the quiet depths of sorrow’s night,
Where shadows whisper tales of pain,
The heart finds solace in the fight,
To seek the dawn, to rise again.

Through tears that fall like autumn leaves,
The soul begins to mend its seams,
Each breath a step that gently weaves,
A tapestry of hopes and dreams.

Though grief may carve its deep design,
The spirit’s strength is fierce and true,
With time, we learn to realign,
And find the light that filters through.

So let the healing journey start,
With every dawn and every sigh,
For in the chambers of the heart,
Resides the courage to defy.