In the stillness of the night, my heart begins to speak,
Whispering secrets of joy and sorrow, emotions so deep.
Each beat a story, each pause a tear,
A symphony of feelings only the soul can hear.

Love’s embrace, a gentle tide,
Washing over fears where shadows hide.
In its warmth, I find solace and light,
Guiding me through the darkest night.

Anger flares like a tempest wild,
Yet beneath it lies a wounded child.
Seeking comfort, longing for peace,
Yearning for the turmoil to cease.

Hope rises with the morning sun,
A promise of new beginnings, battles won.
With every dawn, a chance to mend,
To heal, to grow, to love again.