In shadows deep, a story's thread, Where silence cloaks the words unsaid, A victim's heart beats, raw and torn, In night they weep, yet greet the morn. Their scars, both seen and felt inside, Bear testament to pain and pride. For threads of anguish weave a veil, Yet courage pens a brighter tale. In mental chains or body's bruise, In whispered threats or love's misuse, Hope flickers, gentle, through the dark, A spark ignites the smallest spark. With time, the wounds begin to mend, The heart's resilience finds its blend. In future's light, a promise new, To trust in self, to push on through. For strength is born from pain endured, And hope, the balm, the soul assured. With each new dawn, potential bright, A victim's path transforms to light.