In shadows deep, where dreams are torn,
A heart beats weak, yet still, it fights.
Through endless night and weary morn,
It seeks a spark, a glimpse of light.

The burdens press, the spirit bends,
With every step, a challenge met.
Yet hope remains, as it transcends,
The darkest hour, the deepest fret.

Through tears that fall like silent rain,
And whispers of a restless mind,
The soul endures, despite the pain,
In struggle, strength it seeks to find.

For in the strife, a truth unfolds,
That life, though harsh, holds beauty rare.
A story of resilience told,
In every breath, a silent prayer.