In the quiet echoes of a wounded night,Where shadows weave tales of unspoken strife,Lies the pain of a heart seeking release,A dance of scars in the hidden recesses of life.The eyes that mirror the storm within,Reflecting the chaos that words cannot tame,In every bruise and every silent scream,Lies a story of anguish and unspoken shame.Yet in the darkness, a flicker of light,A whisper of hope in the silent despair,For even in the depths of intentional harm,Resilience blooms, fragile yet rare.So let us reach out with gentle hands,To heal the wounds and mend the tears,For in the unity of understanding souls,Lies the power to lift the burden of fears.