Therapy Bits

In shadowed halls where whispers creep,

Where silence hangs like promises we keep,

A heart beats loud, a pulse like thunder,

In the depths of dread, we are pulled asunder.

Chains of worry, cold and tight,

Dancing in dreams that steal the night,

A grip of shadows, a breath held fast,

In the echo of moments, a nightmare cast.

What lies beneath the surface skin?

A maze of torment, where hopes grow thin,

Eyes wide open, but visions blur,

The fear of the unspoken, the binds that stir.

A flicker of flame, a question of pain,

In the whispered dark, where sanity’s slain,

Time stretches thin, like a taut string pulled,

Each tick a reminder, each breath a duel.

Faces twist in a sinister smile,

A tableau of anguish laid out in style,

Imagination breeds a fate most cruel,

A puppet to torment, a marionette’s duel.

Yet amidst the shadows, a flicker of light,

A strength that dares to challenge the night,

Though the fear of torture may loom like a ghost,

Resilience rises, and despair learns to coast.

So we gather our courage, stand tall and fierce,

With each heart’s whisper, the darkness we pierce,

In the face of the terror, we learn to endure,

For it’s hope that heals, and love that’s the cure.

https://experiencewriting.com/2024/10/25/fear-of-torture/