The Woman Who Stayed

“The Woman Who Stayed”

She held his hand when darkness came,

His voice lost to the storm.

She whispered love through trembling rain,

And kept his weary heart warm.

While shadows danced inside his mind,

She built a light from threadbare hope,

And when he could not see himself,

She became his telescope.

The world had taken her mother’s song—

The voice that once had known her best—

Yet through her grief she somehow learned

To carry love within her chest.

She saved his life not once, but twice—

Not with doctors, pills, or prayer,

But by staying when the night grew long,

And by simply being there.

Her strength is not the kind that shouts,

Nor forged in battles won;

It’s found in quiet, steady hands

That hold on—when there’s none.

And he, who once stood on the edge,

Now breathes because she chose to stay.

Her love—a lighthouse through their grief—

Still guides them home each day