In shadows cast, whispers pass,
A heart in turmoil, the weight of harass.
Silent cries in the still of the night,
Hope flickers softly, a brave little light.
Each word a pebble, tossed in a stream,
Rippling fears that disrupt the dream.
But strength hides beneath the weight of the pain,
A spirit unyielding, rising again.
For every harsh word, a kindness to find,
In the depths of the struggle, hope intertwined.
With courage as armor, through storms we will clash,
Together we stand, no longer to harass.
M.A.D. Works 