Therapy Bits

We are the voices, fierce and kind,
A pack of souls in one shared mind.
Through storms we’ve walked, through fire stood,
Strong in shadow, strong for good.

Each alter bears a name, a flame,
A piece of truth, yet none the same.
Some guard the gates, some soothe the cries,
Some hold the stars behind our eyes.

In silent rooms where others flee,
We stay—unseen, but brave and free.
Our pain runs deep, but deeper still
Is healing born of iron will.

Not fractured, no—we intertwine,
Threads of gold through hands and time.
We build, we break, we fall, we rise,
Together bound beneath these skies.

So if you ask, “Who stands so tall?”
It isn’t one. It’s all. It’s all.
Somewhere inside, a world intact—
Not broken… just a powerful pack.

RDP Sunday: pack