Therapy Bits

Shadows Once Heavy

In the hush before morning,
when worries grate like stone,
I gather every trembling thought
I once faced all alone.

But even in the thick of fog,
a whisper starts to bloom—
that life can hold a great new dawn
beyond this muted room.

I rise with fragile courage,
step softer than a sigh,
yet each small move is victory
against the weight inside.

And though the past may echo still,
its cold hands gripping tight,
I shape my hope like steady flame
and walk it toward the light.

For healing isn’t sudden,
nor is it ever straight—
but day by day, I learn to stand,
and that, to me, is great.

🌱✨

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