In the silence of my heart’s ruins,
Where shadows softly tread,
Lies a tale of whispered sorrow,
In echoes of words unsaid.
Fragments of dreams once vibrant,
Now drift like autumn leaves,
In the lonely winds of memory,
Where the soul quietly grieves.
A mosaic of silent cries,
Woven in the fabric of the night,
Tells of battles fought in solitude,
And hopes dimmed without light.
Yet in these broken pieces,
A quiet strength is found,
For in the heart’s gentle mending,
Beauty in scars is crowned.