Description
In shadows deep, where silence reigns,
The broken woman bears her pains.
With tear-streaked cheeks and heavy heart,
She walks alone, torn apart.
Her shattered dreams lie scattered wide,
Like shards of glass, they pierce inside.
Each step she takes, a burden heavy,
In the depths of sorrow, she finds no levy.
The echoes of her laughter fade,
As memories of joy begin to degrade.
Her heart, once full, now aches with sorrow,
In the absence of hope, she finds no tomorrow.
Yet in her pain, there lies a strength,
A resilience born of trials' length.
For every tear that stains her face,
Is a testament to her enduring grace.
Though broken she may be, in pain's cruel embrace,
She carries on, with courage and grace.
For in the depths of her darkest hour,
She finds the seed of a newfound power.
So let her pain be not in vain,
For from the ashes, she will rise again.
A phoenix reborn, with wings unfurled,
The broken woman conquers the world.