In the quiet of the night, a shadow looms,
Whispering of pain, of unseen wounds.
A battle fought within, where no one sees,
The strength it takes to face this silent disease.

Days blur into nights, in a haze of despair,
Yet hope clings on, in the breath of fresh air.
The body may falter, but the spirit stays strong,
Fighting the illness, where it doesn’t belong.

Moments of weakness, tears that silently fall,
Yet in the heart, there’s a resilient call.
To rise above the pain, to find the light,
In the darkest hours of this endless night.

Through the whispers of sickness, a story unfolds,
Of courage and strength, and hearts of gold.
For even in illness, there’s a spark of grace,
A testament to the human spirit’s embrace.