In restless nights, when sleep eludes my eyes,
Insomnia’s grip tightens, leaving me tired,
But in the darkness, hope begins to rise,
For healing whispers softly, never expired.
Renewal comes with each dawn’s gentle light,
As weariness fades, replaced by new strength,
The night’s embrace, once filled with endless night,
Now offers solace, a respite at length.
Within these hours, feelings find their way,
Unveiling truths hidden deep within the soul,
Pain’s grip loosens, as night turns to day,
And weary eyes find peace, once again whole.
So let the night be a canvas for dreams,
Where healing and renewal reign supreme.
Written for an old word of the day prompt, the word was insufficient!
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