In the depths of silent pain,
A spark ignites, a cleansing rain,
Washing shadows from the soul,
Making broken pieces whole.
Tears fall like gentle streams,
Unraveling tangled dreams,
Freedom blooms in tears and light,
Healing wounds that hid from sight.
A breath of fresh, pure air,
A release beyond compare,
In the storm, we find our grace,
A renewed, enlightened space.
Catharsis
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