In the quiet corners of a weary mind,
Where shadows linger, seeking to confine,
There lies a spark, a gentle flame,
Whispering softly, calling your name.

Through tangled thoughts and endless night,
A path emerges, bathed in light,
Each step unsure, but forward still,
Guided by strength, by hope, by will.

The weight that once did press and bind,
Begins to lift, a peace to find,
In the embrace of understanding’s grace,
The heart finds rhythm, a steady pace.

So rise, dear soul, from depths of despair,
Embrace the journey, breathe the air,
For in this dance of dark and bright,
Lies the beauty of your fight.