Whispers of the Soul

PTSD

Monsters of the Mind

In the caverns of my thoughts, where shadows creep and crawl,
Monsters of the mind awaken, whispering my name, their call.
They lurk behind the corners, in the dark they twist and wail,
With eyes like smoldering embers, they weave a haunting tale.

These creatures born of memories, stitched from pain and fear,
With jagged teeth of nightmares, they feed on every tear.
They slink through quiet moments, when silence fills the air,
Their whispers rise like smoke, a suffocating snare.

The first is Fear, a towering giant, cloaked in shadows deep,
It grips my heart with iron hands, denies me restful sleep.
It roars with echoes of the past, each thunderous, hollow sound,
Chasing the light of day away, binding me to the ground.

Then comes the Wraith of Memory, a specter cold and pale,
It drags me through the torment, a haunting, endless trail.
With every step, it clutches me, its grip a vice-like hold,
Replaying scenes of anguish, where innocence turned to cold.

Nightmare's spawn lies in wait, with claws that rake the mind,
It springs to life in darkness, leaving sanity behind.
These creatures dance in shadows, with laughter sharp and cruel,
As I grasp at fleeting moments, like trying to catch a jewel.

But in the depths of this chaos, I find a flicker of light,
A whisper of resilience that rises through the night.
I summon the courage to face these beasts inside,
To stand tall against their howls, no longer will I hide.

For though they claw at my heart and try to steal my breath,
I'll fight with all my spirit, for life is worth the quest.
With each battle fought and every step I take,
I'll learn to tame these monsters, as I mend what they break.

So let them roar and rattle, let them haunt and deride,
I am more than their torment, I'll push back with my pride.
In the heart of every darkness, a warrior lies in wait,
With courage as my armor, I'll rise to meet my fate.