In the shadows of my days, pain whispers my name,
A heavy burden I carry, an unrelenting flame.
Through the dark alleys of my soul, it weaves its cruel design,
Yet in the depths of despair, a flicker of hope I find.

Each tear that falls, a tale untold,
A story of battles fought, of dreams put on hold.
In the symphony of sorrow, I find a melody,
A song of resilience, a spirit soaring free.

Through the labyrinth of anguish, I walk with weary feet,
But in the echoes of my pain, a strength I meet.
With every shattered piece, a mosaic I create,
A masterpiece of scars, a soul that will not abate.

In the tapestry of suffering, threads of silver gleam,
A reminder of the light within, a hope, a dream.
So in the crucible of pain, I find my voice,
A whisper of defiance, a choice, a...