In the quiet corners of a restless heart,
Lies a story carved with silent tears,
Echoes of moments that tore us apart,
Dwelling in shadows, feeding on fears.

Each scar a testament to battles fought,
In the solitude of midnight’s embrace,
Whispers of anguish, lessons hard-bought,
Etched in the lines time cannot erase.

Yet in the depths of this aching soul,
Resilience blooms with each rising dawn,
From the fragments, we gather the whole,
Finding strength where we thought it gone.

For in pain’s cradle, wisdom is born,
A bittersweet melody of life’s refrain,
Through every storm, we are reborn,
Emerging anew from the shackles of pain.