In the shadows where the heart resides,
Whispers of hurt echo in the night,
A silent scream beneath the moonlight,
Yearning for solace, seeking the light.
Memories linger like a haunting song,
Each note a reminder of what went wrong,
In the depths of sorrow, we belong,
Yet in each tear, we find we’re strong.
The heart mends slowly, stitch by stitch,
Through the darkness, dreams will switch,
Hope emerges from the deepest niche,
Turning wounds into stories rich.
In the quiet moments of the soul,
We gather the pieces to make us whole,
Embracing the hurt, yet setting a goal,
To rise anew, to regain control.