Poetry Blossoms Within

Through the Void

In the shadows, I tread, a dance with ghosts,
Haunted halls of memory, where the past never slows.
Whispers of pain, etched deep in my soul,
A symphony of scars, where silence takes its toll.

I've built walls with tears, brick by brick,
Fortresses of sorrow, a heart's bitter trick.
Sacrifice, they say, is a noble art,
But they don't speak of the pieces that tear apart.

I gave my laughter, traded smiles for tears,
In the name of love, I faced my darkest fears.
But the cost, oh the cost, a heavy, endless toll,
Left me hollow, an echo, a fractured soul.

Trauma's touch, a silent thief in the night,
Stealing the light, leaving shadows in flight.
A shattered reflection in a broken glass,
Haunted by moments that refuse to pass.

In the abyss, I scream, a voiceless cry,
For the parts of me that had to die.
Sacrifice, they told me, is a path to grace,
But they never warned of the void you'd face.

In the quiet, I grieve, for the life I bled,
For the dreams buried in a silent bed.
I sacrificed my peace, wore trauma's crown,
Now I stand, a queen, in a shattered gown.

But even in darkness, a flicker remains,
A spark of hope, despite the chains.
For in the ashes, seeds of strength grow,
A reminder that even in the depths, we glow.

So here's to the broken, the brave, the scarred,
To the warriors who've loved, even when it's hard.
For in our sacrifice, we find a new dawn,
A testament to the light, even when it's gone.