Where echoes of laughter once waltzed through the air,
Shadows creep softly, entwined and unkind,
Painting the world in a muted despair.
The dawn, it breaks with a reluctant sigh,
Yet colors bleed into a pallid gray,
Hope wears a mask, though the heart yearns to fly,
In the silence of night, joy slowly slips away.
Each tear, a whisper, a story untold,
A labyrinth forged from the weight of the heart,
Fragile as glass, yet burning so bold,
Shattered reflections, where dreams fall apart.
Yet within the darkness, a flicker remains,
A spark of resilience, a flicker, a fight,
For even the storms that leave bruises and stains,
Can give rise to the dawn, and reclaim the light.
So hold on to fragments, however small
Each breath is a victory, each step is a dance.
For beyond the shadows, beyond the cruel thrall,
Awaits a new day, a second chance to glance.
