They walk as shadows in disguise
Voices telling us we’ll lose.
They feed on silence, thrive in shame,
They wear our scars like ornaments,
But light is stubborn, hope is sly—
It blooms where even demons lie.
Each time we breathe and still remain,
We teach the dark how to feel pain.
For though they haunt and try to stay,
The bravest act is to live anyway.
