In the quiet corners of a weary heart,
Where shadows dance with whispered fears,
Pain carves its mark in silent art,
Crafting a tapestry of unshed tears.

Each day unfolds like a tender scar,
Etched by the hands of time’s cruel grace,
Yet within the wounds, a guiding star,
Illuminates the path with gentle embrace.

Through the storm and endless night,
Resilience blooms in the darkest hour,
Life’s pain, though fierce, ignites the light,
Transforming anguish into strength and power.

So let the echoes of sorrow sing,
A melody that speaks of hope’s refrain,
For in the depths, new dreams take wing,
Embracing the beauty born from life’s pain.