In morning’s light, he faces yet again,
The echoes of a war that none can see,
Each breath a testament to quiet pain,
A soldier of a fight for dignity.
With heavy heart, he wears a mask of cheer,
While shadows dance behind his hollow smile,
The world moves on, oblivious to fear,
Yet in his chest, a storm brews all the while.
He walks through streets where laughter fills the air,
A haunting melody that brings him low,
For in the midst of joy, he finds despair,
A longing for the peace he used to know.
He carries scars, both visible and not,
Reminders of the battles he has fought,
Yet in the silence, strength begins to bloom,
A quiet resilience pushing through the gloom.
He seeks a hand to hold, a voice to share,
The burdens borne alone are hard to bear,
But in the dark, a flicker starts to rise,
A whisper of hope, a spark beneath the skies.
Though every day presents a brand new fight,
He finds the courage buried deep inside,
For in the depths of struggle, he will find,
The strength to turn his pain to something kind.

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