In the quiet chambers of the soul,
Lies a battle unseen by the eye,
Where whispers of pain softly toll,
And silent tears often dry.

The mind’s corridors twist and turn,
Through shadows of doubt and fear,
As we search for the light we yearn,
In the hope of a future clear.

Bodies bear the weight of time,
Yet resilience blooms in the heart,
With every step, every climb,
A testament to our courage, our art.

Let us embrace the scars we wear,
For they tell stories of strength and grace,
In the tapestry of life, with care,
We find healing in each other’s embrace.