The Other Side Of The Night

The nights stretched endlessly
Not in solace, but as a battlefield.
There was a time when my world tilted,
Its colors muted.

And so I attempted, to stay sane.
With walls that spoke no answers,
With shadows that stopped to scare.

Time did not heal me; instead became a space.
What once felt unbearable became my guide.
Every scar roared the story
Not of pain, but of survival.

And now, when I reflect
I no longer see a battle fought.
I see seeds planted deep.
It sings of possibility,
And I listen,
To the sounds of long cold eerie night
With a deep breath and a warm heart.