Eyes that once held galaxies, now dimmed with sorrow's weight Her spirit, once a blazing fire, now flickers, fades, abates. Through the labyrinth of emptiness, she wanders, seeking light, Yet tangled in the threads of doubt, she shrouds herself in night.
The echoes of her laughter, a distant, haunting song, A melody of yesteryears, when hope and strength were strong. In the tapestry of her tears, a tale untold unfolds, A symphony of broken dreams, a narrative of woes.
Yet, let not judgment veil the truth, for battles raged within, A tempest in her weary heart, where storms and shadows spin. So, in the quiet of her struggle, may empathy find its voice, To mend the fractures of her will, and let her soul rejoice.
For in the depths of darkest nights, a glimmer may be found, A spark to reignite her will, to lift her from the ground. In the poetry of her pain, may the dawn write the verse, And guide her to the sunrise, where hope cannot tersed.
—Jean R.
December 17, 2023 5:10AM
PLEASE DO NOT PLAGIARIZE!!!
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