Some nights the silence screams too loud,
Thoughts like thunder, hopes unbowed.
A weight that presses on the chest,
A mind that will not let her rest.

The mirror shows a tired face,
A soul that longs to leave this place.
Not for drama, not for show –
Just tired of the undertow.

She wonders if the pain will end,
If peace will come, if hearts can mend.
The world feels far, too cold to hold,
And everything feels grey and old.

But still – there’s breath. Theres one more dawn,
A bird still sings; the sky moves on.
A message pops, a voice replies,
A flicker of light in stormy skies.

Not all who break are meant to fall,
Some bend and rise above it all.
So hold on tight, just one more day –
Even the night can find its way.