In the corridors of silent nights,
Where whispers of pain softly call,
A battle unseen, yet fiercely fights,
The health of the heart, the soul, the all.

Through shadowed paths of doubt and fear,
A journey inward, brave and true,
The strength to face what we hold dear,
In hopes of healing, we pursue.

Each breath a testament of will,
Against the tides of wear and tear,
A quiet resolve to climb the hill,
To find the light, to mend, to care.

In unity with self and time,
We learn to dance in fragile grace,
Embracing scars, the silent rhyme,
Of health’s long journey we embrace.