An End.

Just a poem this week.

In the dark depths of despair's abyss,
Where shadows loom and silence hiss,
A soul once lost, now finds its way,
Through the echoes of a darker day.

With trembling hands and heart of stone,
The will to live, not yet overthrown,
In the quiet of the night's embrace,
A flicker of hope begins to trace.

Through the shattered glass of shattered dreams,
A glimmer of light, a silent gleam,
In the stillness of the soul's lament,
A journey back from the brink, it's meant.

Though the road is long, and the path is steep,
The heart still yearns, for solace to keep,
In the echoes of a silent plea,
A new beginning, for all to see.

So let us rise, from the depths below,
With courage and strength, let us bestow,
A second chance, a life renewed,
In the footsteps of the fortitude.

For in the silence of the night's embrace,
We find the strength, to claim our place,
In the tapestry of life's grand design,
A survivor's tale, forever intertwined.