In the dark of night

In the dark of night, where shadows play

A blemish forms, a stain on the soul’s gray

A secret kept, a burden to bear

The weight of emotions, beyond compare

I’m left alone, to face the pain

To confront the demons that remain

Their whispers echoing, a haunting refrain

A constant reminder of what’s been stolen in vain

But in this darkness, I find a spark

A flame of strength, that refuses to embark

From the depths of my heart, a voice does rise

A cry for courage, to meet the darkening skies

For in the innocence of youth and trust

I was robbed of joy, and left to rust

But still I hold on, to what’s left within

A glimmer of hope, a light that begins

To guide me through, the darkest night

To lead me to the dawn’s new light

Where emotions raw, and wounds are healed

And strength is reborn, and courage is revealed

Author: Carol anne

I am in my mid 40's. I'm blind and I have dissociative identity disorder, I also have complex PTSD. I blog about my life with these disorders. I live in Ireland.

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