In the mirror’s gaze, shadows dance,
A whispered plea, a stolen glance.
The battle rages, silent yet loud,
Hidden beneath a fragile shroud.

Echoes linger of distant cries,
A war unseen through weary eyes.
Counting morsels, the mind’s deceit,
A hollow victory, bittersweet.

The heart beats on, a steady drum,
Yet inside whispers come undone.
Chasing dreams of a fleeting grace,
Lost within this endless race.

But hope persists in gentle light,
Guiding through the longest night.
A voice within, a strength unseen,
To break the chains and find serene.