In the stillness of night, shadows creep,
Whispers of echoes, secrets we keep.
A heart wrapped in silence, burdened with scars,
Memories like constellations, scattered like stars.
A door left ajar, where the past intertwines,
Moments of darkness etched in our minds.
The weight of a story too heavy to tell,
Each fragment a puzzle, a personal hell.
Yet through the cracked surface, a flicker of light,
A resilience blooms, fierce in the fight.
With every tear shed, a seed is set free,
Roots breaking through soil, reaching for me.
In the tapestry woven with threads of despair,
Strength finds a way to unravel the snare.
Though trauma may linger, it does not define,
For within the brokenness, hope dares to shine.
So I gather the pieces, the hurt and the pain,
Transforming the darkness into something sane.
For healing is not linear; it bends, it flows,
In the depths of the struggle, a wildflower grows.
