Silent cries from smiling eyes

Shadows linger where laughter used to dwell,

Echoes of dreams I once wove so well.

Pages of memory flutter and sigh,

Carrying questions I can’t deny.

I search for the spark that once lit my eyes,

For hope unbroken by worry or lies.

But time, like a river, rushes along,

Washing away what once made me strong.

Yet in the quiet, I softly recall—

I’m still that person beneath it all.

Yearning and reaching for who I can be,

I miss the old me, but I’m learning to see

A future that’s waiting, still shaped by my past,

And a self rediscovered, returning at last.