Echoes of the Past
In the stillness of night, when shadows creep near,
Memories awaken, igniting my fear.
Fragments of moments, like shards of a glass,
Reflections of trauma that haunt and amass.
A thunderous heartbeat, a silence so loud,
The weight of the past wraps me tight in a shroud.
Each flashback a tempest, a storm in my mind,
A battle I fight, yet I feel so confined.
The world spins around me, a blur in my sight,
As I search for the comfort in the depths of the night.
Voices from echoes call out in despair,
In a realm of remembrance, I feel so laid bare.
Triggers like landmines, they lurk in the day,
A glance, a sound, and I'm pulled far away.
In the grip of the memories, I struggle to stand,
Yearning for solace, a soft, guiding hand.
Yet beneath all the chaos, a flicker of light,
A whisper of courage that breaks through the night.
For healing is messy, a journey not straight,
With patience and kindness, I'll learn to create.
I'll gather the pieces, the scars that I bear,
In the tapestry woven, I'll find strength to share.
For though the past lingers, I'll reclaim my own voice,
In the depths of my struggle, I'll learn to rejoice.
So here's to the warriors, both silent and loud,
To the battles we fight, to stand tall and proud.
For in every small step, there's a chance to be free,
In the echoes of the past, I'll discover the real me.
With each breath I take, I'll honor the pain,
For it's part of my story, the sun and the rain.
In the heart of the struggle, I'll find my own way,
Embracing the journey, I'll seize a new day.
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Whispers of the Soul: part 2
PuisiThis is my second poetry book. I will be updating this one with a new poem every day from each category.
