Therapy Bits

There was a time I whispered small,
a ghost behind my bedroom wall—
afraid the night would hear my name,
and turn my silence into blame.

The hands that should have held me near
became the source of all my fear.
I learned to smile, to disappear,
to hide my truth, year after year.

But even broken bones can mend,
and shattered hearts can learn again.
I found my voice, it trembled first,
then rose—a cry, a song, a burst.

I spoke the words I’d locked away,
and sunlight cracked the walls of gray.
Each syllable, a healing flame,
no longer bound by guilt or shame.

To all who live with hidden scars,
your strength outshines the darkest stars.
The world may hush, but don’t give up—
your story matters. Speak up.

Speak Up – Word of the Day Challenge