Surviving Trauma

In the gentle hush beneath the moon's veil,

Where darkness drapes like a shroud,

I find myself walking an unseen trail,

Silent screams lost in a cloud.

In the mirror where comfort is lost,

A reflection—an echo of shame,

The child within bears the frost,

Of a haunting, unnameable claim.

With ink as my sword, I reclaim my truth,

Words become anchors, weightless, yet strong,

I rise from these ashes, the child, the youth,

From shadows of silence, I sing my own song.

In the tapestry woven with threads of pain,

A story emerges, robust and bright,

Each word is a brushstroke; each tear is a stain,

Crafted with courage, I step into the light.

Look at the wings that were hidden from view,

Metallic and bright yet forged of despair,

With every heartbeat, I learn to break through,

Resilient and fierce, a warrior laid bare.

Through storms and through trials, I carve my own path,

With wisdom accrued, I conquer my fate,

In the depths of my heart lies a fierce aftermath,

Emerging victorious, I embrace what is great.