In shadows deep where silence weeps,
A heart once bright now quietly keeps,
The echoes of a whispered pain,
A story etched in tears like rain.
Behind closed doors, the laughter fades,
Replaced by fears that never trade,
A fragile soul, a spirit worn,
Innocence lost, a heart forlorn.
The scars that linger, unseen, unspoken,
A fragile trust, forever broken,
Yet in the darkness, a flicker glows,
A seed of strength that gently grows.
For every bruise, a tale of fight,
A journey through the endless night,
With every tear, a lesson learned,
A fire within that fiercely burned.
So rise, dear heart, from ashes cold,
Your story's worth, a truth untold,
In every struggle, find your voice,
In every shadow, make your choice.
For though the past may haunt and bind,
A brighter path is yours to find,
With courage fierce and spirit free,
You’ll weave a tapestry of victory.
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