In the stillness of a weary mind,
Where shadows cast their gentle claim,
A silent storm begins to unwind,
Echoing softly, without a name.
The heart beats in fragile dreams,
Whispering secrets to the night,
Wrapped in a tapestry of beams,
Seeking solace in the fading light.
Illness dances, an unseen guest,
In the corridors of tender grace,
A quiet battle, never at rest,
Leaving its trace on a weary face.
Yet within the silence, strength is found,
A gentle power, softly spun,
In every heartbeat, a hopeful sound,
The quiet fight, never truly done.