In the quiet of the night, shadows dance,
A silent storm brews, unseen, unfelt,
Whispers echo in the corridors of the mind,
Seeking solace in the darkness it dwells.

A heart burdened by invisible weight,
Each breath a struggle, each step a climb,
Eyes searching for a glimpse of light,
In a world painted with shades of gray.

Hope flickers like a distant star,
Guiding through the labyrinth of despair,
Yet every dawn feels like a battle,
To rise, to fight, to find the way.

But within the silence, strength is born,
A gentle courage, a quiet resolve,
To embrace the shadows, to seek the light,
In the dance of whispers, find peace and life.