In the quiet, darkened corners of my mind,
Shadows whisper secrets they’ve confined.
Memories, like ghosts, they haunt and play,
Yet dawn brings light, chasing night away.

Through the labyrinth of pain, I tread,
Seeking solace in the paths I’ve read.
Each step forward, a battle hard-fought,
Each breath, a testament to strength sought.

The scars, they tell a story true,
Of battles won and demons subdued.
In the mirror, I see not just pain,
But resilience born from every strain.

With time, the heart learns to mend,
Finding peace as wounds transcend.
From trauma’s grip, I’ve found release,
Embracing life with newfound peace.