In the depths of my past, where shadows used to dwell,
I carried scars and burdens that I could not dispel.
A traumatic tapestry, woven in shades of pain,
But in facing those demons, I'd rise above the strain.

The memories were haunting, a relentless, haunting tide,
But in the echoes of the past, I learned not to hide.
For in the darkest corners, where nightmares did reside,
I found the strength to heal, to cast the pain aside.

With time and tender care, I mended broken strands,
Stitching up the wounds, with gentle, loving hands.
Though the past may linger, like a ghost that won't let go,
I've emerged from the shadows, with a stronger inner glow.

No longer defined by trauma, I've reclaimed my destiny,
In the chapters yet unwritten, I've found my legacy.
Through the storms of yesterday, I've learned to find my way,
In the light of a hopeful future, where I choose to stay.

For the past, though painful, has shaped who I've become,
A survivor, a warrior, under a brighter sun.
In the tapestry of my life, scars blend with threads of gold,
A testament to resilience, a story to be told.

So, let this poem be a reminder, for those who've walked that path,
That healing is possible, and you can find your strength.
In the echoes of a traumatic past, your spirit can be free,
To embrace a brighter future, where love and hope decree.