Therapy Bits

In the shadows of my childhood,

tattered memories linger,

uneasy whispers echo through the corridors of time,

each moment a gem,

each scar a story etched in the soul.

Trauma, a relentless tide,

washed over the shores of innocence,

leaving behind a tumult of turmoil,

waves breaking against the fragile barricade

of my heart,

while I clung to fragments of survival

like driftwood in a storm.

Yet amidst despair,

hope unfurls its wings,

softly stitching the seams of vulnerability,

and there, in the quiet, I find strength—

an unyielding ember,

glowing with the promise of healing.

Destiny weaves its tapestry,

threads of love and joy entwined,

each knot a testament to belonging,

to the gardens grown from ashes,

where laughter mingles with tears,

where every heartbeat echoes my story.

In the dance of existence,

I embrace the duality,

the light piercing through the cracks,

the shadows that grace my path,

and I learn that even in unease,

there is beauty,

even in struggle,

there is grace.

Here, I stand at the crossroads,

a mosaic forged from every fragment,

carrying the weight of what was,

with an outstretched hand

toward what could be,

rooted in the soil of resilience,

ready to bloom,

ready to love.

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