Therapy Bits

Beyond These Walls

Beyond these walls, the silence grows,
A hush that only sorrow knows.
Each shadow stretches long and deep,
Where echoes of my heart still weep.

The sun arrives, a ghostly gleam,
It filters through the cracks unseen.
But light can’t mend what’s come undone—
A war that’s fought when day is won.

I smile in mirrors, practiced, slow,
A face the world may never know.
They see the frame, not what it holds:
A soul grown brittle in the cold.

The clock ticks on, a steady ache,
Each second more than I can take.
I reach for hope, it slips like rain—
A gentle drip of silent pain.

My thoughts, a maze with no escape,
Each turn a fear I cannot shake.
And though I scream, no voices call—
No hands to lift me if I fall.

Yet still I breathe, I move, I wait,
A ghost who paces past the gate.
For somewhere past this heavy gray,
There may yet bloom another day.

Beyond these walls, perhaps, a shore
Where I am not this pain I wore.
Where hearts can heal and light can stay,
And I can live—not just survive the day.