From Shadows to Song

A macabre waltz across my mind's worn stage, Shadows pirouette, a heavy starlit cage. The echo of yesterday's mournful plea, Whispers through the maze where hope can't flee. Lies weave a chorus, sung in mournful chains, Worthless burdens etched with self-made stains. But tears dry up, revealing depths unseen, A spark ignites, where resilience has been. Even in darkness, a sliver pierces through, A song unfolds, whispering dreams anew. The fading waltz, a story etched in night, Yields to morning's dawn, with strength taking flight.