Quiet Impact

In shadows deep, where silence weeps,

A throbbing pulse my spirit keeps.

With every breath, I wear a chain,

A silent soldier trapped by pain.

The morning light seems harsh and bright,

Each movement battles, day turns to night.

Even simple tasks feel like a fight;

As I lift my cup, a groan slips by.

Each step I take, a careful tread,

A dance with discomfort, pain as my thread.

The world spins on, indifferent, free,

While I struggle with this tenacity.

The laughter fades, replaced by sighs,

A constant war beneath the skies.

With friends, I smile, but deep inside,

The ache lingers, my trusted guide.

"Just breathe," they say, "it’s all in your mind."

Yet those who suffer know what they find.

The facade of joy—the masks we wear,

While the heart aches, heavy with care.

In bustling crowds, I often stand still,

A fleeting thrill disrupted by chill.

Moments of joy, they flicker and fade,

In a life seemingly bright, shadows invade.

Goals once vivid, now distant and small,

Ambitions dulled by this unyielding thrall.

What once felt simple now seems out of reach,

Vital lessons only hardship can teach.

Through whispered dreams and restless nights,

I long for freedom, aching delights.

Even with hope, the pain holds tight,

Burying wishes in the long, dark night.

But pain, it shapes us, like an unyielding clay,

Molding resilience with lessons to convey.

In the struggle, beauty unfolds,

A strength discovered, as the story is told.

I learn to cherish each small little gain,

Finding triumph in moments, despite the pain.

With every scar, there’s a tale to be spun,

A testament written for battles I've won.

In a world often quick to dismiss,

Compassion becomes a powerful twist.

When we listen, truly hear the song,

The shared experience can make us strong.

Through stories of struggle, we find common ground,

Empathy blooms where understanding is found.

Together we rise, united in fight,

Turning isolation into shared light.

Acceptance—an elusive final goal,

Finding a way to coexist with the toll.

To honor the pain yet not be enslaved,

To embrace the journey, resolute and brave.

So here I stand, on this winding road,

Each step I take, I carry this load.

With every heartbeat, I learn and grow,

In the depths of pain, a wisdom I sow.