Baskadia

In the depths of the soul, where shadows reside,

A heavy shroud descends, a turbulent tide.

A darkness that whispers, a relentless refrain,

A battle unseen, a relentless, quiet pain.

A weight on the heart, like a stone's somber song,

A feeling that something's perpetually wrong.

Days blend into nights, lost in shades of gray,

The sun's gentle warmth kept at bay.

But remember, dear heart, even in the darkest hour,

There's a glimmer of hope, a hidden power.

You're not defined by the struggles you face,

You're a survivor, a fighter, in life's complex maze.

Reach out for a hand, let your story be heard,

For you're not alone, not a single word.

With love and support, the shadows recede,

And in time, you'll find the strength you need.

So hold onto hope, let your spirit mend,

For the darkness will fade, and the heart will ascend.

In the tapestry of life, where threads are woven anew,

Your story's a testament to the strength within you.