In the quiet shadows where sickness lies,
A whispering wind carries silent cries.
It weaves through the heart, a gentle ache,
Echoes of dreams that illness tries to take.
Yet in the depths of this somber night,
Hope flickers softly, a guiding light.
It dances through the soul with tender grace,
Painting strength on a weary face.
The journey of healing, a path unknown,
With courage sewn into every bone.
Through storms and trials, the spirit grows,
Finding peace where the wild wind blows.
As dawn breaks softly, the darkness fades,
Leaving behind the scars it made.
In the light of healing, new strength is found,
A testament to lifeâs unyielding ground.