Therapy Bits

In the quiet hours, a patch of memory slips,
Edges frayed where time itself forgets to hold.
Yet in the shifting mosaic of my mind’s eclipse,
A thousand stories shimmer, bold and untold.

My alters rise like lanterns in the dark,
Each carrying a piece of pain, or joy, or light.
We share one body, yet each bears a spark—
Companions through the labyrinth of night.

This journey is a wound that’s learning healing,
A tapestry stitched by trembling hands.
Through storms that twist both truth and feeling,
We survive, though few may understand.

And still—
There is hope blooming in the fractured seams,
A soft reminder whispered from inside.
For even broken souls can follow dreams,
And together, we continue on to thrive.

Three Things Challenge #MM260 | pensitivity101