Therapy Bits

In shadows stretch the silent screams,

Where once was light, now marionette dreams,

Strings pulled tight by hands unseen,

In the theater of life, a captive’s scene.

The compass broken, direction lost,

In the tides of whims, I pay the cost,

A whispered truth in the echoing hall,

Once I stood strong, now I barely stand tall.

Choices fade like the morning dew,

Beneath the weight of what is due,

Maps of freedom, now worn and frayed,

In the garden of wishes, my hopes delayed.

A clock ticks by, each chime a chain,

Binding my heart in invisible pain,

Once I danced on the winds of the free,

Now I’m a shadow, a ghost of me.

Faces smile, but their gaze is cold,

In this gilded cage where dreams grow old,

A sigh escapes as I search the sky,

To reclaim the wings, to learn to fly.

But in the whisper of the evening air,

I find a flicker, a thread of care,

Though autonomy slips like sand from my hands,

Within the stillness, rebellion stands.

For every loss can spark a fire,

In the depths of despair, a growing desire,

To rise from the ashes, to carve out my way,

To navigate storms, come what may.

So let the strings tremble, let shadows sway,

For even in silence, I will find my way,

In the tapestry woven with threads of night,

The spirit of freedom will ignite the fight.

Fear of Loss of Autonomy – Experience Writing