Therapy Bits

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In the quiet hours, shadows tread,

Whispers of memories, echoes of dread.

Yet in the heart where scars reside,

A flicker of courage begins to abide.

The storm may rumble, the night may fall,

Yet within the silence, I hear the call.

With trembling hands and a weary soul,

I gather my strength; I will again be whole.

Each tear a testament, each sigh a song,

A journey of healing where I belong.

The past may linger like a stubborn ghost,

But I am the fire that refuses to roast.

Bravery isn’t the absence of fear,

It’s standing my ground when the end feels near.

It’s carving a path through shadows and pain,

Finding the beauty that blooms after rain.

I will not let the darkness define,

The vibrant hues of this life that is mine.

With every step, I reclaim my light,

A warrior rising from the depths of the night.

So here I stand, though the road be long,

With heart in my hands, I’ll rewrite my song.

In the aftermath, I’m learning to dance,

Finding my rhythm, embracing the chance.

For though I may stumble and sometimes fall,

There’s strength in my spirit, a rise in my call.

Brave isn’t perfect; it’s simply enough,

To weave through the sorrow, to rise from the tough.

So here’s to the brave, with wounds on display,

Together we’ll flourish, come what may.

In the tapestry woven from struggle and strife,

We find our true selves—this is our life.