the morning after.

In the quiet between the thoughts, Where shadows stretch and hope feels fraught, A weary heart may seek release, Longing for a fragile peace. But even in the darkest night, There lingers still a distant light— A whispered promise, soft and true, That dawn will come to carry you. Hold on through the storm and pain, For after loss, there’s much to gain. You’re not alone in what you fight— There’s strength in seeking morning’s light.