In the silent hours of the night,
When shadows dance with tears,
Heartache whispers tales of sorrow,
And every breath feels heavy with fears.

The dawn breaks with a tender touch,
As light creeps through the gloom,
Each ray a promise of new beginnings,
A flower ready to bloom.

Healing comes in waves and tides,
Sometimes gentle, sometimes fierce,
Yet through each ebb and flow,
The heart learns to persevere.

Memories linger, bittersweet,
But strength is found in pain,
For every tear that falls,
A seed of hope remains.