Healing My Inner Child

An orchestral of sounds, strings played in silence,

A storm-heavy sky, dull greys and no vibrance

Tragedy smiles as the flowers take their dance

Tears show the rain of storms no one saw.

Shapes of my pain cast shadows on the floor.

Walls built around me, my cold, silent witness,

Holds all the ghosts and monsters, feeding off my sickness

Gentle hands weave threads of gold,

Mending the cracks where dreams grew cold,

My heartbeat once dull, without music or verse

Now sings my pain free, like the cure from a curse

I found my spotlight, my audience, my stage.

All the words of my story, soaring from the page,

Alchemize my sorrow, pronounce away the pain,

Now I see my rainbow, whether sunshine, shower, or rain.

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