In a quiet room where shadows linger,

A child once played, his laughter bright

But the echoes of joy fade under a fist,

A fragile spirit trembling, swallowed by night.It's bad enough, the rage that erupts,

Like thunder crashing in a silent sky,

You raise your hand, a betrayal sharp,

Once a protector, now a cause to cry.The walls witness a storm of despair,

As heartbeats race and fear takes its place,

In the mirror there is a stranger,

A love once pure, now a violent face.You turned away, a moment lost,

And struck the very soul you swore to shield,

Did you forget the warmth of his smile,

Or how your heart to him once yielded?In the fabric of trust, a wound takes root,

A severing thread in your own design,

He looks for solace in the darkest night,

And wonders if forgiveness can shatter the line.As tears may gather, silent and sweet,

In the hidden corners where pain takes hold,

The boy, now a stranger, wears your shadow,

Innocence sullied, as his heart turns cold.But beneath the scars, a glimmer ignites,

The power of love, though battered, remains,

He’ll rise through the ashes, reclaiming his light,

Searching for kindness despite all the pains.It’s bad enough to wear the betrayal,

But the child within whispers, “I’m still alive,”

In the wreckage of hurt, let healing take flight,

For even in darkness, a new dawn will arrive.