In the quiet aftermath of darkest night,

Where shadows linger, heavy with regret,

A soul, once poised upon the edge of flight,

Finds itself tangled in a snare of debt.

Survivor of a battle waged within,

Where desperation waged its ruthless war,

With scars that mark the journey of the skin,

And memories that haunt forevermore.

The echoes of that moment, sharp and clear,

A symphony of pain that knows no end,

The shame, a heavy burden to bear,

A specter that refuses to transcend.

Yet in the depths of darkness, there's a spark,

A glimmer of resilience, unbowed,

For in the shattered fragments of the dark,

A strength emerges, silent, yet endowed.

To carry on, despite the weight of shame,

To face the dawn with courage undeterred,

To find within the ashes of the flame,

The will to rise, and claim what has been earned.

For though the scars may linger, and the pain,

A constant reminder of the past,

The journey forward beckons, free from chains,

A testament to resilience, steadfast.

So let us walk with courage, hand in hand,

Embracing every shadow, every light,

For in the tapestry of life, we stand,

Survivors of the darkest depths of night.