In the quiet corridors of the soul,
Lurk shadows unseen, yet deeply felt,
Whispers echo in the vastness,
Where light fights to dwell.
A storm within, silent yet wild,
Echoing cries of battles untold,
Each heartbeat a silent scream,
Yearning for solace, longing for peace.
Beneath the surface, a fragile dance,
Between despair and fleeting hope,
A gentle hand reaches out in the dark,
Seeking a touch, a sign to cope.
Yet amidst the chaos, strength is found,
In every breath, a silent vow,
To rise above the whispered fears,
To find light in the shadows somehow.