In the quiet corners where shadows play,
Lies the echo of unspoken cries,
A heart wrapped in the thorns of yesterday,
Seeking solace beneath the endless skies.

The moon casts its gentle light upon
Wounds that time cannot seem to mend,
Each scar a testament to battles drawn,
A story penned with ink that will not end.

Yet in the silence, strength begins to rise,
From ashes of despair, a phoenix’s flight,
Hope flickers in the tear-stained eyes,
Turning the darkest night into dawn’s light.

So let the pain be a chapter, not the tale,
For within the heart lies a courage untold,
With every heartbeat, let resilience prevail,
Crafting dreams from the fragments of old.