The Journey

In the quiet of the night, where shadows softly creep, A heart begins its journey, from wounds that cut so deep. With every breath, a whisper, of hope that starts to grow, A tender light within, begins to softly glow. The scars that mark the surface, tell tales of battles past, Yet in their silent story, a strength that’s built to last. Through tears that cleanse the spirit, and laughter that renews, The soul finds gentle solace, in moments it can choose. Each step, though small and trembling, leads closer to the dawn, Where dreams once lost in darkness, are tenderly reborn. With time, the pain will lessen, like waves upon the shore, And in the heart’s deep chambers, love will bloom once more. For healing is a journey, a path that winds and bends, But with each forward motion, the spirit slowly mends. So hold on to the promise, that brighter days will come, And know within your being, the battle’s truly won.