Whispers in the Dark

In the shadows, she stands, a silhouette of strength, A figure cloaked in mystery, yet to be defined. The lamp beside her casts a gentle glow, A beacon in the darkness, a heart that beats slow. Her eyes, like windows to a soul so deep, Reflect the whispers of a story yet to keep. The wallpaper, a canvas of floral dreams, A backdrop for the narrative that it seems. She holds a mask, a symbol of the self, A guardian of the persona, a story to be told. In this quiet moment, she is lost in thought, A world of introspection, where emotions are brought. The darkness outside recedes, as light takes hold, A dance between shadows, where stories unfold. Her presence is a whisper, a gentle breeze, That stirs the soul, and brings the heart to its knees. In this stillness, she finds her inner voice, A call to courage, a heartfelt, sacred choice.