In solace deep, a hurt unseen,
A pain that hides, a silent scream.
In shadows cast by the darkest night,
Where tears are shed, out of sight.
A wounded heart, concealed within,
A fragile soul, worn paper thin.
Yet, in the depths of silent grace,
A battle fought a hidden space.
For scars that mar the tender skin,
Are but a fraction of pain within.
The ache that dwells beyond the eyes,
Lingers in whispered heart-wrenching cries.
Oh, wounded spirit, bear no shame,
For in your silence, strength remains.
Though hurt may seek to keep you small,
In private tears, may love enthrall.
For healing comes in a quiet embrace,
In letting go, finding inner grace.
And know that you are not alone,
In private battles, hearts have grown.
So let the tears cleanse your soul,
Embrace the darkness, find your role.
For in the quiet, the hurt will heal,
And private pain, reveal your zeal.