This is a personal record of times
an account of my life:
The joy, the strife
in counts of rhythms, in sequence of rhymes.
These words my story tells:
The preface is done. My life has begun.
Yet, long will it be before I recall...
I toddled, I played, I cried, they said.
And, then I remember: The start of it all!
As family grew, I already knew
The glow in my soul, and the gold in my heart.
I knew from within, with friends and with kin,
I'd form moral values I'd never depart.
I noticed a change: a self-rearrange
when things had come forward that hadn't before...
I thought differently: I felt differently...
This was the start of what life had in store.
Imbalance was found; a symptom renowned
for pain and for trials inside of one's mind.
What certain was sure; I was to endure
internalized trauma- The un-imposed kind.
This lasted for years; While haunting my fears,
Each day was a struggle: A fight to survive...
While all the day long, when nothing seemed wrong,
A war I was fighting, where anguish would thrive...
I fought hard inside, and almost I died,
till stabilization had entered my life:
And then: The relief! A sprouting new leaf!
At last, a decrease in this crippling strife!
It didn't just leave: Hear, and believe:
The pain went from raging to dormant in state.
At times it still flares, despite current cares,
But, overall, life went from dismal to great!
I still stand today with lurking dismay...
against mental flaws; A solid heart beating
provides me the rhymes, in rigorous times,
that this tumult inside, I'm defeating!