Therapy Bits

In the stillness of night,

when darkness drapes itself

over the world like an old quilt,

I taste the echo of words,

honeyed and sour,

curling at the edges of my mouth,

taunting me with forgotten promises.

Once, I was lost in the shadows,

navigating the sinister depths of trauma,

a silent scream locked within my chest,

each flashback, a ghostly hand

pulling me deeper, deeper

into a whirlpool of memory—

the cacophony of a life unspooled.

Evil lurked in the laughter of strangers,

in the quiet moments when solitude

wrapped around me like a fog,

leaving me alone with my thoughts,

my heart a battleground of fears,

where recovery felt like a cruel joke,

a distant dream slipping through my fingers.

Yet here I am,

defying the weight of shadows,

living in the space between—

where the past and present entwine,

where healing is an act of rebellion,

and the taste of hope lingers,

like warm sunlight breaking

through a stormy sky.

I gather myself, piece by piece,

each breath a celebration,

daring to reclaim the words

that once turned bitter,

daring to rise from the ashes,

to taste the sweetness of today,

and let the taunts of yesterday fade

beneath the rhythm of my heartbeat.

In response to today’s Fowc with Fandango prompt!

https://mymindmappings.com/2024/11/30/fowc-with-fandango-words/