In shadows deep where silence dwells, A heart once bright now softly swells, With whispers low of dreams long gone, An echo faint, a sorrowed song. Lost in the maze of thoughts unkind, The weight of moments left behind, Each tear a drop, a silent plea, In the ocean of what used to be. The morning light feels harsh and cold, A fragile spirit, weary and old, Yet through the cracks, the light still breaks, A promise whispers, hope awakes. Though feeling broken, shattered inside, The tiniest spark begins to bide, For even in sadness, we learn to cope, And from the pieces, we weave our hope.
Notes: Please don't steal the poem! thx for viewing! Credits: Poem: Me Backdrop: @---crybaby---
