In the darkest corners of a weary soul,
Where shadows linger and dreams have no control,
Resides a broken spirit, un-kept and untamed,
Aching for solace, but forever unnamed.

Like a wilting flower, its petals worn and torn,
It longs for gentle breezes, for love to be reborn,
But burdened by the weight of sorrows untold,
Its once vibrant colors now faded and cold.

Within its depths, a tempest fiercely rages,
A storm of emotions, trapped in iron cages,
Tears cascade like rivers, carving paths of despair,
Silent screams echo, suffocating in the air.

Loneliness dances with the soul’s shattered dreams,
In the hollow chambers where hope barely gleams,
Desolation, a companion, as darkness takes its toll,
Leaving scars etched deeply within the soul.

Yet in this struggle, a sliver of light does reside,
A whisper of resilience, refusing to hide,
For even in the depths of sorrow’s abode,
There flickers a flame, a glimmer of hope.

Oh, weary soul, un-kept and frayed,
Know that you are not alone in this crusade,
For compassion’s embrace reaches far and wide,
Seeking to heal the wounds you can no longer hide.

Let the tears flow freely, washing away the pain,
Allow the heart to open, let love’s touch sustain,
For within your brokenness, strength will arise,
Rekindling the spirit, reclaiming azure skies.

So rise, oh soul, from the ashes of despair,
Embrace the scars, wear them with utmost care,
For it is through vulnerability and shattered dreams,
That we find the beauty in life’s extraordinary themes.

Embrace the journey, both bitter and sweet,
In your un-kept state, find solace and retreat,
For the soul, though weathered, still possesses grace,
An unyielding spirit that time cannot erase.