Whisper of Resilience

In the quiet of my heart, a storm brews, Winds of sorrow whisper in the silence. A weight presses, heavy, unkind, A solitude that never finds its end. Loneliness wraps around like a shroud, Cold, suffocating, relentless. The world moves on, indifferent, While I stand still, lost in shadows. My cries echo in the empty halls of my soul, Unheard, unanswered, fading into darkness. Fear claws at the edges of my mind, A constant companion in the night. Family, a distant shore I cannot reach, Their faces blurred, their voices faint. Connections frayed, a broken line, Leaving me adrift in this vast, empty sea. Sadness is a river, deep and wide, Flowing through every thought, every breath. It carves valleys in my spirit, Eroding hope, leaving barren lands behind. Yet, somewhere deep within, a spark remains, A glimmer of light in the encroaching dark. A whisper of resilience, a hint of strength, A silent promise that this too shall pass. In this solitude, I find a fragile grace, A quiet strength I never knew I had. Though I walk this path alone, I carry within me the seeds of my own rebirth. And so, with each step, I seek the dawn, A new beginning, a softer light. For in the depths of this sorrow, I am forging the courage to find my way.