Di is our gracious host, and our words for the prompt are brighten, flash, lightning.
Three Things Challenge #MM178 | pensitivity101
The past hums low, a storm behind my eyes,
lightning splits the silence—
a flash of memories,
childhood etched in fragments,
where innocence was fragile glass.
Trauma does not vanish;
it lingers like thunder
rolling long after the strike.
Yet healing is a quiet river,
softening stone with time,
carving a journey from pain to breath.
My story is not just scars—
it is survival,
the steady turning of darkness
into dawn.
Each step forward whispers:
I am more than what broke me.
I am what remains,
and what begins again.
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