Therapy Bits

In the quiet shadows of childhood days,

A whisper lingers, in myriad ways,

Wisdom blooms in the heart’s hidden lane,

Recovering joy from the echoes of pain.

With every stumble, with every fall,

Strength rises softly, answering the call,

A dance of the spirit, so tender, so wide,

Bearing the burden, yet learning to glide.

Vulnerability, a canvas of grace,

Paints the raw edges that time cannot erase,

Each trauma a chapter, each scar a new song,

In the tapestry of life, where we all belong.

Surviving the storms that left their dark trails,

Searching for light where the heart’s echo wails,

The inner child laughs, though sometimes it cries,

A testament of love that forever defies.

PTSD may linger, like mist on the dawn,

Yet through the shadows, a new path is drawn,

With courage, we gather the pieces once tossed,

In the heart of the struggle, no joy is lost.

So here’s to the journey, both gentle and wild,

To embrace every moment, in honor of the child,

For within each of us lies the strength to transform,

To recover, to nurture, through every storm.

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