A journey of healing and hope

I was raised in silence, in rooms full of noise

Where love had sharp edges and fear stole my voice

The nights were long and the days wore a mask,

Each smile I offered, a difficult task.

Bruises can fade, but echo’s remain,

Like whispers of shame in the marrow of pain

But somewhere beneath all the wreckage and cries,

A flicker kept burning- a spark wouldn’t die.

I learned to keep walking through fire and storm,

To bend but not break, to rebuild and transform.

With grit in my soul and tears on my face,

I started to rise by Gods tender grace.

He found me in shadows, and whispered my name,

Said “You’re not broken. You’re more than shame.”

He gave me the courage to stand and to heal,

To feel what I feel, and still know what’s real.

The past didn’t vanish, but it lost it’s hold,

As mercy moved in and started to mold.

A life from ashes, a heart stitched in gold.

Not perfect, but worthy, and brave, and bold.

Now I walk freer, though scars still remain,

They sing of survival not just the pain.

And every hard moment I thought I’d out last-

God was there with me, redeeming the past.

Through grit and through grace, I stepped into the light,

No longer a victim, but fierce in the fight.

A story rewritten, not easy, but true-

Proof that His love can carry you through.