Abuse
In the silence of a childhood so bright,
Lurks shadows hidden from the light,
A laughter echoes, yet pain in disguise,
Behind innocent eyes, where innocence lies.
A garden once filled with flowers in bloom,
Now haunted by whispers that carry the gloom,
Footsteps of trust turned to echoes of fear,
The warmth of love twisted, nowhere near.
A secret kept tight, a heart locked away,
In corners of memory, where darkness will stay,
The games of pretend turn to masks worn in shame,
Where joy was ignited, now flickers the flame.
Each touch tells a story, each look holds a weight,
Fractured foundations, learning to navigate.
The child within screams for freedom, for peace,
To break through the silence, to feel the release.
Yet even in shadows, there lies a small spark,
A whisper of hope, igniting the dark.
Healing is not linear; it winds like a stream,
Through valleys of heartache, we search for the dream.
With courage gathered, the journey begins,
To reclaim the lost parts, find strength from within.
For though scars may linger, they’re marks of the fight,
And the dawn will bring healing, as day follows night.
So let us remember, in stories we share,
The resilience of souls, how they rise from despair.
Together we flourish, with voices bold and true,
In unity’s embrace, we’ll build something new…..
Lurks shadows hidden from the light,
A laughter echoes, yet pain in disguise,
Behind innocent eyes, where innocence lies.
A garden once filled with flowers in bloom,
Now haunted by whispers that carry the gloom,
Footsteps of trust turned to echoes of fear,
The warmth of love twisted, nowhere near.
A secret kept tight, a heart locked away,
In corners of memory, where darkness will stay,
The games of pretend turn to masks worn in shame,
Where joy was ignited, now flickers the flame.
Each touch tells a story, each look holds a weight,
Fractured foundations, learning to navigate.
The child within screams for freedom, for peace,
To break through the silence, to feel the release.
Yet even in shadows, there lies a small spark,
A whisper of hope, igniting the dark.
Healing is not linear; it winds like a stream,
Through valleys of heartache, we search for the dream.
With courage gathered, the journey begins,
To reclaim the lost parts, find strength from within.
For though scars may linger, they’re marks of the fight,
And the dawn will bring healing, as day follows night.
So let us remember, in stories we share,
The resilience of souls, how they rise from despair.
Together we flourish, with voices bold and true,
In unity’s embrace, we’ll build something new…..