In the quiet hours of dawn’s embrace,
When shadows whisper of dreams unchased,
You may not notice, but I rise anew,
With every breath, I fight, I pursue.

A tapestry woven with threads of despair,
Yet I stitch with hope, with love, and with care.
Each heartbeat a promise, each sigh a refrain,
I gather my strength from the depths of the pain.

You may not see the weight that I bear,
The silent battles, the moments laid bare.
But I march through the...