In silent rooms where shadows linger,
A quiet sorrow fills the air.
Days stretch long, their light a gentle grace,
And in the dusk, the heart begins to stir.

No tempest’s roar, no wailing winds arise,
Only whispers softly speaking.
Echoes of a time when joy was near,
Now distant, like stars in twilight’s glow.

A river flows within, unseen,
Its currents deep with hidden strength.
Each sigh a ripple through the soul,
A testament to life embraced.

The world moves on, indifferent,
Yet footsteps find their way.
In deepest moments, glimmers shine,
Hope that dawn might bring a brighter day.

In shadows, strength is born,
Tears cleanse wounds that sorrow made.
It’s okay to be sad, to let it flow,
Goodness blooms because of sorrow’s rain.

It shapes me, grows me,
A deeper soul, more human, alive.
In my growth, those near me find their gain,
Lives enriched by empathy’s embrace.

From sorrow’s depths, new glory rises,
A cycle turning, fresh rebirth.
My body more fit, my health restored,
Resilience forged in sorrow’s crucible.

It found me true best friends,
Hearts aligned through shared care.
May healing come as morning follows day,
Goodness growing from sadness, light from pain.

In this dawn of greatness,
Mind, spirit, heart unified,
Despite those who lie to seem the good,
Their facades shattered by truth’s light.

Strength in shadows, wisdom in tears,
Greatness emerges, undeniable and clear.
May healing come as morning follows day,
Goodness growing from sadness, light from pain.