In shadows deep where sorrows lie,
When hope seems but a fleeting sigh,
A humble pen, a blank white page,
Can light a torch, defy the cage.

The pen, a sword both sharp and kind,
Carves out the chaos in your mind,
Bleeds ink where pain had taken root,
And turns despair to something new.

The book, a haven, still and wise,
Whispers truths the world...