A place to show my work
You don’t need fists to cast your chains,
For words can echo and leave deep stains.
Actions can wound without a fight,
While shadows linger, stealing light.
No need for physical to leave a scar,
Silent harm can reach so far.
In gentle whispers, pain can lie,
With every word, a soul can sigh.
I have been on trial for the last couple of months
Trying my hardest to get through the pain
But with each new day, something new comes my way,
Each struggle feels heavy, like a weight on my brain.
I search for the light through the dark and the rain,
Holding on to hope, though it’s hard to explain.
Some days are bright, and I smile with ease,
Other days I falter, brought down to my knees.
But I keep on dreaming, and I won’t lose my fight,
For every new dawn brings a chance to feel right.
Step by step, I’ll find my own way,
Through trials and troubles, I’ll learn to be okay.
All I want to do is to be free
To be me
But who am I?
I have many, I have let in their ideas,
But is that me or is that them?
Voices echo, whispers collide,
Searching for truth I try to confide.
Layers of self in the mirror’s embrace,
Finding my heart in this tangled space.
I am finished living this way,
In shadows where I sway.
Change feels heavy, like a stone,
I stand still, lost and alone.
I don’t know what to do,
Or how to find a path that’s new.
Fear wraps tight, like a chain,
Paralyzed by hope and pain.
But somewhere deep inside,
A whisper calls, a wish, a guide.
Though change is hard, I’ll find the light,
And step forward, into the fight.
Mary received a special gift
In hopes of lifting her spirits,
For she had been feeling down,
And her friends wanted to cheer her up.
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