Therapy Bits

In the quiet corners of my mind,

where childhood whispers,

the echoes of laughter now sound like ghosts

dancing on the edges of memory,

I search for the fragments of abandoned dreams,

scattered like autumn leaves,

torn and crumbled by the weight of time.

Courage, I remind myself,

is not the absence of fear,

but the embrace of vulnerability—

to stand alone in the storm,

to face the shadows that stretch

from past traumas, curling around me

like a heavy fog,

drawing out the pain I thought I’d buried.

There, in the depths of solitude,

I unravel the threads of my heart,

weaving together the shattered pieces,

crafting a tapestry of resilience.

Each stitch a testament,

a soft roar against the silence

that once held me captive.

I learn to hold and honor the fears,

to cradle them as a mother would,

to understand that they, too,

have carved their place in my story.

In those moments of quiet surrender,

I rise,

daring to embrace the tenderness

of being human.

To love my scars,

to give them a home,

to weave them into the fabric of who I am,

no longer running from the pain—

but dancing with it,

under the fading light of the past.

JusJoJan25 the 13th – Embrace the chaos |