In shadows deep, where silence lies,
A spirit broken, masked by guise.
The whispers echo, soft yet clear,
Of wounds unseen, of silent fear.

Beneath the surface, a heart confined,
In chains of sorrow, tightly entwined.
The gentle plea, the silent cry,
A soul that longs to spread and fly.

Each word, a dagger, each glance, a snare,
A captive heart in a world unfair.
Yet still it beats, though frail and torn,
Seeking light in a world forlorn.

But hope remains, a spark of grace,
To heal the scars and find a place.
For even in the darkest night,
A dawn will come, restoring light.