In the quiet of the night, I find my scattered pieces,
Lost in the shadows, seeking the light of new releases.
The weight of the world once bore down on my soul,
But now I rise, reclaiming what darkness stole.

Each breath I take, a step towards the dawn,
In the garden of my mind, new flowers are born.
The scars I bear, they tell a story of strength,
Of battles fought and won, at great length.

The whispers of doubt, they no longer define,
For I have found a voice, a power that’s mine.
With every sunrise, my spirit renews,
Embracing the colors, the vibrant hues.

So here I stand, with hope in my heart,
Knowing that healing is a work of art.
The journey is long, but I walk with grace,
Finding peace within, in this sacred space.