Well-Born is Well-Lived

In the shadows where silence weaves, A tale of sacrifice the heart perceives. A solitary journey, paved with strife, Yearning for the warmth of a hearth, a life.

Dreams once held, now lost at sea, Sacrifices made, but where is the key? A hollow home, echoes of pain, In the heart's refuge, tears fall like rain.

Lay back, oh weary soul, in the dark, A silent symphony, a painful mark. Hopes scattered like petals in the wind, In the solitude of a world, unkind.

Fear, a companion at the journey's end, A home that's broken, hearts won't mend. Every step, a dance with agony, Yet, through the night, the spirit shall see.

Tears, clandestine rivers, silently flow, A sea of sorrow, only the heart will know. In the crowded echoes of silent cries, A soul yearns for solace, under moonlit skies.

No hand to hold, no shoulder near, Yet, in the solitude, strength appears. Blamed and burdened, but resilient still, A silent warrior, rising from the chill.

Dry seas in crowds, a paradox untold, In the vastness of loneliness, a story unfolds. Lean not on another, but on the strength within, For in resilience, a new day shall begin.