In the quiet of the night, a storm rages within,
A battle unseen, where the weary soul begins.
Shadows creep and linger, whispering of pain,
An endless cycle, a relentless chain.

The body trembles, heavy with despair,
Each breath a struggle, each step a prayer.
Eyes that once sparkled, now dim with sorrow,
Seeking the light of a brighter tomorrow.

Yet through the darkest hours, a flicker remains,
A spark of hope, amidst the chains.
For even in illness, strength can be found,
In the heart’s resilience, tightly wound.

And so, the journey continues, day by day,
With courage and grace, come what may.
For every dawn that breaks, brings a new fight,
And the silent battle, will feel the morning light.