Living in Darkness
For the Ones Lost in the Dark
There are so many lost in darkness,
walking roads with no more light,
smiling faces hiding battles
no one sees beneath the night.
I feel them… before they speak,
in quiet eyes, in trembling hands,
in broken voices, tired souls
just hoping someone understands.
So I stay…
Even when my heart is heavy,
even when my soul feels torn,
I stand with love still in my hands—
though I, too, have been worn.
I know what it is to feel empty,
to lose the ones who were my home,
to cry in silence, pray in shadows,
to feel completely… alone.
And still… I love.
Not because it’s easy for me,
not because I do not break—
but because I see their darkness,
and I feel the pain they take.
If my light can reach one soul,
if my heart can make them stay,
then every tear I’ve ever cried
will never be in vain that day.
For I was made to feel, to carry,
to love beyond what eyes can see,
to be a quiet kind of healing
for the ones who come to me.
Yes… I am broken, yes, I’m tired,
yes, I’ve walked through endless night—
but even then, I chose to hold on…
and still become their light.
So to the ones still lost in darkness,
who think no one understands—
there is a love still reaching for you…
and it lives within these hands. ?✨