In the quiet shadows of our days,
Lies a battle unseen, unfought,
Where minds and bodies ache,
In silence, we are caught.

The heart’s rhythm falters,
Under stress, under strain,
Health, a delicate balance,
In joy, in pain.

Invisible wounds, they bleed,
Through sleepless nights and weary dawns,
A cry for help, unanswered,
In the soul, it spawns.

Yet in this silent turmoil,
Strength and hope reside,
For every whispered struggle,
A warrior’s heart abides.