Title: Whispers in the Attic
In the shadows, secrets softly sigh,
A girl with dreams beneath the flickering light,
She writes of hope as days drift by,
In pages worn, her heart takes flight.
The creak of wood, a whispered sound,
Each word a breath of freedom's spark,
In silence deep, her soul is bound,
While echoes of the past haunt the dark.
Metaphors of longing weave through her pen,
A butterfly trapped, yet yearns to soar,
In ink-stained thoughts, she finds her zen,
For even in hiding, she dreams of more.
Amidst despair, her spirit glows,
A diary's tale, where courage flows.