shadows

In shadows deep where silence dwells,
A whispering storm of unbroken spells,
The weight like a blanket, heavy and cold,
A story of sorrow, too painful to be told.

Days blur like ink upon crumbling pages,
Time drips like water, trapped in tight cages,
Mirrors reflect what I struggle to see,
A shell of existence, not truly me.

In the quiet hours when the night grips tight,
Thoughts swirl like phantoms, robbing the light,
Each breath feels like drowning, each heartbeat a fight,
A canvas of darkness, no warmth in the night.

With blades made of anguish that cut deeper still,
I seek out a solace that bends to my will,
A moment of release, a fleeting reprieve,
Yet scars whisper stories that never believe.

But listen, dear heart, though the path seems so bleak,
In shadows of suffering, it’s hope that we seek,
For even in darkness, where despair holds its sway,
A flicker of courage can light up the way.

So tread softly onward, through valleys of pain,
Each step is a battle, but growth can explain,
That healing is fragile, yet stronger than steel,
And even through heartache, with time we can heal.

Reach out with your spirit, let others draw near,
In shared understanding, let love conquer fear,
For though the night lingers, the dawn will appear,
And from this deep silence, a new voice will cheer.