In the stillness of night,
where silence wraps the world
in a shroud of forgetfulness,
I wander through the corridors of memory,
each step echoing the weight of trauma—
a reminder that the past
is a mosaic of shattered glass,
each fragment reflecting a story of pain.
Truth lingers just beyond the veil,
a whisper caught in the crosswinds,
daring to break the spell of unbelief
that clings like ivy to the walls of my heart.
I gather the pieces, hesitant yet hopeful,
for in this journey,
healing is not a destination
but a river, meandering,
carving its path through disaster,
the remnants of what once was.
Resilience sprouts from the scars,
each one a testament,
an ode to the strength of survival,
a quiet declaration spoken not in words,
but in the act of coping,
in the way I rise each morning,
embracing the dawn with open palms,
hands stained with the colors of struggle,
and the quiet reverberations of courage.
Here, in this space of contradiction,
where darkness meets light,
I learn to hold my truths tightly,
to navigate the terrain of what has been,
and what is yet to come.
Shattered, yes, but never broken,
I weave my journey into a tapestry,
where every thread resonates
with the melody of resilience—
a song of healing,
echoing softly in the lingering silence.
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