In the quiet of night, where shadows dance,
Lies a child adrift, in a chilling trance.
Beneath a sky painted with thunder's roar,
A heart beats faintly, longing for more.
Once, there was laughter in eyes so bright,
A spirit unbroken, soaring with delight.
But storms of life, relentless and cold,
Left scars unseen, stories left untold.
Through misty veils of forgotten dreams,
Echoes of joy, distant it seems.
Wrapped in a shroud of relentless gray,
A spirit succumbs to numbness' sway.
Shadows of the storm, they linger still,
Haunting whispers, an unyielding chill.
Lost in the depths where hope once gleamed,
Now submerged in silence, lost, it seemed.
Oh, how the tempests rage, fierce and wild,
Leaving behind a broken, weary child.
Drowning in numbness, in the depths so deep,
Yearning for solace, a gentle sleep.
Yet in the darkest hour, a flicker appears,
A fragile ember, amid the fears.
A voice whispers softly, a faint refrain,
'Breathe, my child, embrace the pain.'
For shadows may dance, and storms may cry,
But within the darkness, stars still lie.
Rise from the depths, where numbness clings,
Embrace the dawn, where hope still sings.
With each heartbeat, a courage grew,
Through trials endured, the soul anew.
From pain's crucible, forged bright and far,
A star emerges, beyond the scar.
Shadows of the storm, they fade away,
As dawn breaks anew, a brand-new day.
In the quiet of night, where shadows dance,
A soul finds peace, in a hopeful trance.
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