beneath the weight

They carry the night in their chest, A heavy silence, a heart compressed, Each step a whisper through shattered ground, A search for something never found. Their eyes hold stories, untold and deep, Where dreams once danced, now shadows creep. The hurt they wear, like a weathered cloak, Unseen by most, but it’s there unspoke. Yet in the quiet, they still stand tall, Though every breath feels like a fall. For healing comes in the softest light, Even through the darkest night.