Whispers of Healing

In the quiet hours where shadows stretch long,
I stand at the precipice, a place I belong,
Taking steps towards a journey, so fraught yet so bright,
Where self-care is a beacon, guiding me into the light.

But oh, the unsaid words, those whispers confined,
They gnaw at my spirit, leave scars unaligned,
Like a cancer that festers, consuming from within,
A battle to breathe, a war I must win.

They say I’m selfish, for seeking my peace,
But how can I flourish when the heart's under siege?
For years I’ve been molded by others’ demands,
Happiness tethered by invisible hands.

I wore my joy like a cloak made of sorrow,
Building my future, forsaking tomorrow,
In a world of expectations, I lost my own name,
Forgot how to feel joy, just played a sad game.

Yet here I am, grasping this truth so profound,
That I’m worthy of healing, I’m ready to stand,
And yes, the choice echoes with a haunting cost—
To live my true self, might mean I could lose you,
But I promise you this, my heart will be true.

Together, I hope, through the valleys we’ll tread,
Walking out of the shadows, where light’s softly wed,
To find in the journey, forgiveness, a balm,
You are my anchor, my solace, my calm.

Still the little girl, who needs your hand near,
In a dance towards healing, let’s conquer the fear,
For each step that we take, your presence ignites,
A spark in my darkness, a fire in the night.

So let's weave our stories, letting love be the thread,
Embarking on this healing, neither of us misled,
In the tapestry of life, where sorrow once roamed,
I’ll cherish your heart, as together we’ve grown.

Let’s walk into the light, hand in trembling hand,
Building a future on the truths we both understand,
For the road may be winding, but love shines the way,
And in this journey of healing, together we’ll stay.