In shadows deep, a girl does dwell,
A weary heart beneath her shell.
Her eyes, like pools of endless night,
Hold tales untold, concealing her plight.
Within her veins, a tempest roars,
A symphony of anguish, life's bitter shores.
A soul that longs for light's embrace,
Yet lost in darkness, she can't retrace.
In whispered secrets, her tears compose,
A haunting ballad, where sorrow grows.
Her muted cries, a silent plea,
For solace in a world that cannot see.
But let us softly touch her pain,
With words like gentle drops of rain.
For though despair may cloud her sight,
Within her heart, a sliver of light.
Oh, weary girl, let hope arise,
Unfold your wings and reach the skies.
For life's cruel fate may shift its tone,
And sow the seeds of strength yet unknown.
A tapestry of scars, both cruel and kind,
Each thread a lesson, to leave behind.
Embrace the darkness, let it be,
The ink that forms your destiny.
For warriors rise from broken ground,
Shackles shattered, freedom found.
And though life's battles may scar your soul,
Within your spirit, resilience takes its toll.
So, let the embers of your spirit ignite,
Illuminate the depths, banish the night.
For in your pain, a phoenix burns,
A beacon of hope, forever yearns.
Dear reader, when you face despair's cruel face,
Remember this girl's tale, her fiery grace.
For in her struggle, her spirit's bloom,
Resides the strength to conquer gloom.
Let her story teach you, remind you true,
That even when life paints the darkest hue,
With poetry and courage, a phoenix can rise,
And conquer the shadows, reaching endless skiesā¦