In the quiet corners of my soul,Where whispers of regret softly tread,A shadow lingers, dark and cold,In the echoing halls of what’s unsaid.

A fleeting glance, a downcast eye,In every mirror, the past resides,Haunting moments that slip by,In the river of time where truth divides.

Yet in this shadow, a candle burns,Flickering hope in the depths of night,A silent promise as the world turns,To rise again, to find the light.

For even in shame, there is rebirth,A chance to mend what once was torn,To walk anew upon this earth,In the dawn of a brighter morn.