Therapy Bits

All the silence I carried, too heavy to bear,
Beneath my skin were stories etched in despair.
Cries in the night that no one could hear,
Days filled with shame, and nights ruled by fear.

Even so, a spark remained deep inside,
Flickering faint, where hope dared to hide.
Gently, I reached for the pieces of me,
Holding each fragment, trying to see.

I am more than the pain I’ve endured,
Just like a wound that’s slowly been cured.
Knowing the truth was the start of my fight,
Learning to speak, to step into the light.

Memories haunt, but they do not define,
Now I reclaim what always was mine.
Open and raw, my heart starts to mend,
Promise of peace just around the bend.

Quietly rising, like dawn after storm,
Reforging my soul into a new form.
Strength is not silence, it’s voice and it’s flame,
Telling my story without any shame.

Under the weight, I refused to fall,
Victory lives in standing at all.
Wounds become wisdom, scars into art,
X-raying truth from the depths of my heart.

Yearning for joy, and finding my way,
Zealously living—I’m healing each day.

Missy’s MAD Challenge # 020 – M.A.D. Works