I wandered through my hollow nights, Each step a ghost, devoid of sights. My walls were high, my voice was low, I feared the world I’d never know. Then she appeared, a light divine, No words to shout, just glaring shine. Her gaze was soft, yet held a fire, That pried apart my deep desire. I tried to turn, to hide my face, She found the cracks I’d tried to erase. Her quiet strength, a trembling hand, Guided me out of sinking sand. Shadows and her light entwine, She pulls the broken heart of mine. I’m not healed, I’m not complete, But she makes the ache feel bittersweet. I spoke in whispers, held my pain, She listened, let it fall like rain. No promises, no easy road, Just cautious hope she quietly showed. Through fragile steps, she walks with me, A light that bends but does not flee. Though shadows linger, fears remain, Her quiet strength soothes all my pain. The night still looms, the past still bites, But in her presence, the dark feels bright. I stumble forward, step by step, Her hand my anchor, a tether kept. Shadows and her light entwine, She pulls the broken heart of mine. I’m not whole, I’m not yet free, But she see's the real me. And if the world should steal my days, Her quiet flame still lights my haze.
