Unspoken Pain

Amidst the quiet of a weary heart,  

Where dreams feel distant, torn apart,  

A melody whispers soft and low,  

A space where weary souls may go.

The weight of life, a heavy chain,  

The echo of unspoken pain,  

Yet in the dark, a spark still burns,  

A yearning hope that twists and turns.  

Sad songs play, like gentle rain,  

Matching rhythm with your pain.  

They carry the words you cannot say,  

And cradle the tears that fall today.  

But know this truth, amidst the sound,  

Even in tiredness, worth is found.  

Your heart still beats, your spirit fights,  

Through endless days and quiet nights.  

So listen now, let music heal,  

And slowly soften what you feel.  

One small step, you’ve chosen to try—  

A tired soul, but one that won’t die.  

You’re not alone, your story’s heard,  

Each note a balm, each line a word.  

For even in shadows, light takes hold,  

A tired heart, resilient, bold.