Unstable

In shadows deep, where silence weaves, A troubled mind, a heart that grieves, With whispers soft, the thoughts collide, A battle fought, yet nowhere to hide. The world outside, a bitter strain, As echoes bounce through tunnels of pain, A fragile thread, unraveled tight, In search of solace, lost to the night. Each day a struggle, each breath a chore, The laughter fades, it’s hard to ignore, Once vibrant dreams, now dimmed and worn, In the garden of hope, the petals are torn. Yet within the storm, a flicker remains, A spark of courage that softly sustains, In the depths of anguish, the heart can learn, That healing begins when the spirit yearns. So let us gather, with gentle embrace, To honor those who have lost their place, In the tapestry woven, we’ll cherish and mend, For every dark chapter can lead to a friend. In the quietest moments, let kindness bloom, With understanding roots, dispelling the gloom, For a hand held out can light up the way, Turning shadows to dawn, bringing hope to the day.