Therapy Bits

In the shadowed corners of a mind so vague,

Where memories stir like whispers in a fog,

There lies a tale of trauma, a silent plague,

An immense weight pressing down like a heavy bog.

Yet within the stillness blooms the seed of healing,

A journey carved through valleys dark and steep,

Each step a testament to inner strength, revealing

Resilience born from battles fought, to keep.

With every stitch of time, recovery unfolds,

A tapestry woven from both pain and grace,

Threads of hope glimmering, brilliant and bold,

As scars transform into a sacred space.

So here I stand, a traveler of the heart,

Embracing the echoes, letting the past flow,

For in the embrace of this imperfect art,

I find my way forward, I learn how to grow.

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