In shadows deep, where hope had fled,
A soul, with demons burdened, led,
She sought to end her pain each night,
But death's embrace remained out of sight.

Her heart was heavy, dreams were frail,
As desperation's cruel, relentless gale,
She wondered why she couldn't part,
From life's oppressive, heavy heart.

Yet, fate had plans, mysterious ways,
In darkness' depths, where sorrow sways,
A precious life within her grew,
A son, her love, her strength renewed.

He arrived, a fragile gift of grace,
A tiny soul, a radiant face,
With every breath, a reason found,
To keep her feet upon the ground.

For in her arms, this fragile child,
With eyes so bright, so undefiled,
She saw a purpose, pure and true,
To guide him, love him, and see him through.

He faced a challenge, a battle, severe,
A disease that brought both pain and fear,
But in her arms, he found his home,
A sanctuary where he'd freely roam.

She realized her purpose, clear and bright,
To be his mother, his guiding light,
To help him grow in strength and grace,
No matter the challenges they'd face.

In the depths of darkness, a love so pure,
A bond unbreakable, they'd endure,
For in her son, she found her way,
A mother's love, to light their day.