In shadows deep, where whispers dwell,
A soul strives quietly, tales to tell.
Through storms and night, a heart persists,
In struggle’s grip, hope still insists.

The path is steep, with thorn and stone,
Yet onward trudges flesh and bone.
In silence found, a strength unknown,
In every tear, a seed is sown.

Beneath the weight of doubt and fear,
A spirit rises, crystal clear.
The dawn breaks softly, casting light,
Upon the scars of endless fight.

With every step, a lesson learned,
In fires of struggle, resolve is burned.
The silent battle, fierce and true,
Shapes the heart anew, renews.