In shadows cast by time’s relentless hand,
The echoes of our struggles softly creep.
Each scar a testament, a silent stand,
Against the tides of sorrow, vast and deep.

The whispers of the past, they gently call,
In dreams where memories refuse to fade.
Within the heart, where silent storms befall,
The pain of life, a tapestry we’ve made.

Yet through the tears, a glimmer of the dawn,
A fragile hope that lightens darkest night.
For every wound, a chance to be reborn,
And find the strength to rise, to seek the light.

In pain, we find the depths of human grace,
A journey marked by trials we endure.
Life’s painful path, a sacred, tender space,
Where hearts, though broken, find a way to cure.