Finding Healing and Strength
In the recesses of memory,
where shadows linger,
a quiet ache blooms,
like a flower breaking through
the frost of despair.
Six times, the world crumbled,
and the ground beneath me swayed,
like a dance that lost its rhythm;
but here I stand,
roots sinking deeper into fertile soil,
seeking to integrate the fractured pieces,
to weave them into a tapestry
of strength,
of resilience.
Whispers of fear echo softly,
reminding me of storms once weathered,
yet within these echoes lies the power
to reshape the narrative,
to rise, an ember ignited,
glowing with the warmth of survival.
Each breath is an act of rebellion,
a defiance against the silence army,
the shadows that sought to erase me.
In the quiet moments,
when the world fades away,
I reclaim my body,
a sacred vessel,
not shattered, but transformed,
an altar of healing,
a canvas for my rebirth.
The sacrum, the root of my being,
holds memories I am learning to honor,
each scar a testament,
not a mark of shame but of courage,
stories woven into the very fabric
of who I am—a warrior,
a phoenix rising from ashes,
embracing the raw truth
that survival is not just existing,
but thriving in the light of new dawns.
With each step forward,
I embrace the sacred—
the joy of laughter,
the sweetness of sunlight on my skin,
the symphony of voices
that lift me up,
no longer silenced,
but singing my song of freedom,
melodies of love stitched into my heart.
I stand, unbroken,
a testament to the journey,
a reminder that healing is not linear,
it is a spiraling dance,
a weaving of light and shadow,
anchored in the present,
with the courage to face the past,
a mosaic of moments,
each one a part of the whole.
The sacrum, my sacred place,
as I integrate the fragments,
I learn to hold them gently—
the pain, the joy, the anger, the release,
each emotion a brushstroke
on the canvas of my life.
I root my spirit in strength,
as the earth cradles me in its embrace,
and I rise, a bloom in the wild,
finding beauty in the scars,
knowing I am not defined
by what was taken from me,
but by what I choose to become.
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