In the quiet corners where shadows loom,
Lies a tale of pain, of a broken room.
Whispers of fear echo through the night,
A heart beaten down, with no will to fight.
The walls bear witness to every tear,
Silent cries that no one can hear.
Bruises that bloom like dark flowers in spring,
A soul once free, now clipped of its wings.
Promises shattered like glass on the floor,
Dreams turned to dust, love is no more.
In the prison of home, where hope is a ghost,
She lives with the demons that haunt her most.
Yet in the darkest night, a flicker of light,
A strength she finds, to stand and to fight.
The chains will break, the silence will cease,
And from the ashes, she’ll rise to peace.