The Trauma that Wakes me Up
In shadows deep, the trauma wakes my soul,
A specter from the past that takes its toll.
With every breath, it whispers tales of pain,
Unleashing memories I cannot restrain.
It haunts my dreams, this phantom of despair,
Unveiling wounds that seem too much to bear.
Yet in its grip, a strength begins to rise,
A fiery spirit that refuses compromise.
For though the trauma wakes me in the night,
I’ll face its specter with unwavering might.
I’ll forge ahead, despite the tears I shed,
And find the healing path where hearts are led.
So let the echoes of my past resound,
For they shall shape me, but they won’t confound.
The trauma that wakes me, I shall transcend,
And in its wake, a stronger self I’ll mend.
In Shakespearean verse, this tale I tell,
Of triumph over darkness, to quell.
The trauma that wakes me, shall not break,
For in my spirit, resilience awakes.
