In the stillness of the night, whispers of pain arise,
Shadows dance upon the walls, reflecting weary eyes.
The heart beats slow, a rhythm marked by sorrow,
As illness grips the soul, promising no tomorrow.

The world outside moves with a relentless pace,
While within, a battle rages, a solitary race.
Dreams are but a distant echo, lost in the haze,
As the body fights on, through endless days.

Yet in the darkest hours, a glimmer of hope appears,
A tiny spark of courage, to quell the deepest fears.
With each breath, a promise of strength anew,
To face the dawn, and see the morning through.

So hold on tight, through the tempest’s roar,
For beyond the storm, lies a tranquil shore.
The whispers of illness may linger in the night,
But the heart’s resolve will bring forth the light.