In the quiet corners of a restless mind,Where whispers of regret softly tread,Lies a shadow that cloaks the soul,A silent companion, ever unfed.It weaves through dreams like a ghostly thread,Binding the spirit with invisible chains,Unspoken words and forgotten deeds,Marking the heart with unseen stains.Yet in the depths of this veiled sorrow,A flicker of light dares to break,For from the ashes of silent shame,Hope emerges, a dawn to remake.So let the whispers fade to silence,And the shadows dissolve in the light,In the embrace of self-forgiveness,Find the courage to rewrite the night.