In the garden of my soul, once bloomed a vibrant rose,
Its petals kissed by sunshine, its fragrance filled with prose.
But shadows crept like thieves, sneaking through the night,
They stole the hues of beauty, and robbed the rose of light.
Each petal, like a memory, was plucked away in haste,
Leaving behind an emptiness, a void that can't be traced.
And like a puzzle missing pieces, my essence torn apart,
I wandered through the labyrinth, searching for my heart.
In the attic of my mind, cobwebs veiled the past,
A tapestry unraveling, a spell that couldn't last.
The portraits on the walls, once vivid, now seemed pale,
Their stories fading whispers, a forgotten fairy tale.
Through misty halls, I roamed, seeking the hidden key,
To unlock the door of self, to set my spirit free.
In the reflection of a pond, I glimpsed a fleeting face,
But it wavered like a mirage, lost in time and space.
Yet deep within, a ember glowed, a spark that still remained,
A core of strength and courage, a fire that sustained.
I gathered fragments of myself, like stars in darkened skies,
Assembling constellations from the tears within my eyes.