Therapy Bits

In the quiet corners of night,

shame lingers like a shadow,

stretching outward,

whispering secrets of the past—

a hushed reminder of the trauma

that filled my chest

like a heavy stone,

an anchor dragging through depths of despair.

Here lies a landscape of feelings,

overgrown with the weeds of loss,

each blade a memory,

each thorn a reminder—

searching for solace,

anxious in the stillness,

where hope flickers dim,

a candle fighting the darkness.

In the ashes of yesterday’s dreams,

dignity crumbles,

compressed beneath the weight

of fear and guilt,

a tangled web that ensnares the heart,

holds it hostage in its grasp.

Yet, in the depths of this struggle,

a whisper rises,

soft yet unyielding,

an ember wrapped in courage—

the promise that even the fragile

can begin anew,

that from the smoldering remnants of despair,

the heart can bloom again.

Sounds of Words: Assonance & Consonance – Experience Writing