Echoes of a Silent Storm: The Lingering Shadows of PTSD

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In the stillness of the night, whispers arise,
Memories cloaked in shadows, unseen, unwise.
A heart once hopeful now trembles with fear,
Haunted by echoes that no one can hear.

The past invades like a relentless tide,
Waves of emotion too strong to hide.
Eyes wide open, yet lost in the maze,
Seeking light in this perpetual haze.

Every corner holds a forgotten tale,
Silent screams that never fail.
A dance with shadows, a battle within,
A quest for peace where nightmares begin.

Yet in the chaos, a flicker of grace,
The strength to stand, to find one’s place.
Through the storm, the dawn will break,
A journey of healing with each step we take.

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