Therapy Bits

With thanks to Fandango! Our prompt word today is dusty. Click below to join in!

FOWC With Fandango — Dusty – Facts, Fictions & Fantasies

There was a time the light felt cruel,
Each ray a blade, each warmth a rule.
The walls knew secrets, never told,
And silence grew where hearts turned cold.

A child, once bright, learned not to speak,
To hide her truth, to stay oblique.
In corners where the shadows clung,
She tucked away the songs unsung.

The room was dusty, thick with years,
With broken clocks and bottled fears.
But one day, through a crack so small,
A single sunbeam kissed the wall.

She saw it not as threat, but thread—
A path through places pain had bled.
And with each breath, each steady part,
She swept the corners of her heart.

The dust rose up like ghosts in flight,
But she stood still and faced the light.
Her hands, once trembling, found their will—
To clean, to mend, to simply feel.

Now years have passed; she walks unbowed.
No need to shrink beneath the shroud.
The room remains—but not the same,
She’s filled it with her chosen name.

Though scars may echo what was done,
She’s living proof the war is won.
From dusty past, she dares to bloom—
A child no more, but woman, healed,
And whole, beyond that dusty room.