In the quiet of the night, pain whispers low,
Its voice an echo, a shadow’s woe,
Through the heart’s corridors it flows,
A silent river where sorrow grows.

Eyes that once sparkled now dim with tears,
Memories of joy tainted by fears,
Each beat of the heart a reminder clear,
Of wounds that time refused to sear.

The world sees smiles, unaware,
Of the battles fought in the soul’s lair,
Where courage falters and hope wears,
A mask to hide the deep despair.

Yet in the dawn’s light, a promise glows,
That even in pain, strength grows,
With each scar, a lesson that shows,
The resilience of the human spirit flows.