Therapy Bits

In the quiet corners of the night,

brutal whispers of the past

wrap themselves around my heart,

thick as fog, heavy as grief.

Memories break like glass

under the weight of pain,

and I find myself alone,

adrift in a sea of thoughts,

each wave a reminder

of all I’ve lost.

Yet, in the depths of dissociation,

where feelings drift like feathers,

there emerges a spark, a flicker

of resilience,

sheltered in the bones of survival,

stirring slowly into warmth.

The journey of recovery

is a mosaic of raw moments,

sharp and jagged,

and yet, in the fractures,

there is healing,

an alchemy of tears

that cleanse the soul,

softening the edges of memory.

Strength rises from the ashes—

not a roar, but a whisper,

the gentle cadence of a heartbeat

that continues to drum a song,

each note echoing survival,

an anthem of enduring grace.

I rise, with each step a testament,

a quiet rebellion against the weight,

finding light in the shards,

and letting love stitch the scars

into a tapestry of who I am.

FOWC With Fandango — Brutal – Facts, Fictions & Fantasies