Therapy Bits

In the quiet room where shadows creep,
I sit with the ache I cannot keep.
It speaks in whispers, soft but near,
A chorus of doubt only I can hear.

The world outside is loud and bright,
But inside I wage a silent fight.
I trace the scars the heart can’t show,
Where rivers of sorrow still sometimes flow.

It hurt to breathe, it hurt to stay,
Yet something small kept me from drifting away —
A flicker of light, a single friend’s call,
The thought that I might matter at all.

Pain is a tide, it rises, it falls,
It paints dark words on fragile walls.
But tides recede, and so does despair,
Even when hope feels thin as air.

I am still here. I am not done.
The night is long but it meets the sun.
And though I stumble, though I bend,
This is not my story’s end.

Thursday Inspiration #300 All Out Of Love – A Unique Title For Me