Amidst the tapestry of life's embrace,
In shadows woven, subtle grace,
A dance unseen, yet deeply felt,
A yearning heart, in silence dwelt.
The symphony of youth's sweet tune,
Sings melodies that soar and swoon,
Yet in the wings, a quiet ache,
A space where dreams and pain partake.
A canvas painted, hues askew,
A masterpiece, both old and new,
Brushstrokes of strength, resilience true,
Yet some days dim, the colors few.
Whispers of echoes softly speak,
Of battles fought in shadows' creek,
To face the sun, or fade away,
The choice is made with each new day.
In chambers deep, the secrets lie,
A silent struggle, veiled in sighs,
The journey of a hidden fight,
To rise above, reclaim the light.
Oh, missing fragments, lost in haze,
In twilight's grasp, where moments graze,
The heart's desires, suspended, wait,
For life to beckon, to liberate.
So let the world unveil the cloak,
Embrace the scars, no shadows evoke,
For in the struggle, truth resides,
A tapestry of strength abides.
"Invisible Echoes of Time," they say,
In missing moments, hearts hold sway,
The dance of life, both wild and slow,
In absence found, we bloom and grow.