Eight Word Challenge Contest

In wistful whispers, shadows withdrawn, Dwell tales of a soul, forlorn and forgone. A symphony of thoughts, somber and grim, Echoes of melancholy, hauntingly dim. Wrapped in a shroud of desolate gray, Lies a heart burdened by what it can't convey. Through mist-laden paths, the mind finds its way, Navigating the depths of depression's sway. The air grows heavy, the atmosphere dense, As gloomy clouds cloak any glimmer of sense. Yet within the abyss, hope silently sealed, Unfolding its wings, refusing to yield. Feelings entwined like ivy on stone, Rooted in emotions that one can't disown. Beneath the surface, the battles begin, Between light and dark, a war within. But in the stillness, resilience will rise, Chasing away shadows that disguise. With every tear shed and every ache felt, Strength grows in the heart where darkness once dwelt. So let the poem breathe, let the verses be heard, A testament to the strength of each word. For even in sadness, beauty shall spring, From the depths of despair, a new song to sing. Eight Word Challenge Poetry Contest sponsored by Emile Pinet May 29, 2023