In shadows deep, where echoes sigh,
Life whispers soft—a fleeting cry.
A tapestry of joy and pain,
Threads woven tight with loss and gain.
Each dawn arrives, a heavy cloak,
With dreams that rise but often choke.
The weight of hopes like boulders press,
As laughter fades in the midst of stress.
I walk a path both wild and wide,
On cliffs of doubt I choose to hide.
The sun could shine; I’d hardly see—
This dance with doubts consumes me whole; it’s key.
Yet through the storm and stinging rain,
In cracks of heart there blooms the grain—
A fragile bloom amid despair:
It ties me here despite my care.
So here I am—a flicker bright—
Holding onto threads in darkest night.
Though life may stretch its cruel intent—
Within the shards is beauty pent.
And still I breathe; though fierce the fight,
There’s something here worth holding tight—
For even when dark prevails above,
There\'s glimmers found in whispered love.