Therapy Bits

In the depths of my soul, I carry a story,

A tale of a child, a survivor of abuse,

Whose innocence was stolen, denied by the world.

But through the darkness, a flicker of hope emerged.

In the depths of my heart, I carry the past,

A burden of memories, etched deep within.

Longing for healing, for solace, for peace,

I embark on a journey, to find my release.

Through the valleys of pain, I search for the light,

To mend the wounds, to make things right.

With each step forward, I reclaim my voice,

No longer defined by the abuse, but by my choice.

My story unfolds, like petals in bloom,

A testament to resilience, to strength in the gloom.

I am not defined by the scars on my skin,

But by the fire within, the spirit that won’t dim.

In the tapestry of life, I weave my own thread,

A survivor, a warrior, no longer filled with dread.

For in the depths of my being, I’ve found my worth,

A testament to the power of healing, rebirth.

So let the world hear my voice, let them see,

That the past does not define me, I am free.

With each word I speak, with each tear I shed,

I reclaim my power, and rise from the dead.

FOWC with Fandango — Denial – This, That, and the Other (fivedotoh.com)