In shadows cast by contingent pain,
Where whispers dance with threads of strife,
The heart bears burdens, heavy, gray,
Yet yearns for light, for hope, for life.
Each tear that falls, a story told,
Of battles fought in silence deep,
Through tangled doubts and fears untold,
In night’s embrace, this vigil keep.
Yet in the storm, a spark may rise,
A flicker through the darkest night,
For from the depths, we learn to prize
The strength to stand, to seek the light.
Though pain may linger, fierce and true,
And strife may wind around our soul,
Resilience builds with every hue,
In cracks of sorrow, blooms the whole.
So let us weave through trials worn,
With threads of hope, through pain and strife,
For in each heart, a world is born—
A tapestry of joy and life.
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