Therapy Bits

My eyes see things I don’t want to see—

Shadows flickering at midnight’s edge,

Hands raised not in blessing,

Echoes caught in splintered glass.

Walls remember what I try to forget;

Every seam and crack a silent witness

To words unspoken, thunder hushed

By trembling heartbeats and swallowed cries.

My eyes see things I don’t want to see—

Patterns written in the dust of old rooms,

Locks turned softly, footsteps fading,

The language of survival in a glance.

But morning, persistent, creeps beneath my door,

Its golden hush a promise,

That though my eyes have catalogued

A world of ache and shatter,

Somewhere inside, new vision stirs—

A courage born of fracture,

A strength that shapes the hurting

Into hope’s quiet, steady flame.

My eyes have seen things I don’t want to see,

But they will also see the way forward—

A world less haunted,

A life reclaimed, one sunrise at a time.

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