28/02/2024
Fully in beast mode 🦍
In depths of pain and sorrow's grasp,
Traumas wield their relentless clasp.
They mold and shape the heart within,
Transforming innocence to a beast, akin.
The scars they leave, both seen and unseen,
Etch a path of darkness, where light once gleamed.
Yet, from the ashes, a monster may rise,
A creature fierce, with fire in its eyes.
For survival's sake, this beast is born,
A shield against a world so torn.
Its armor, built of anguish and despair,
A defense against a world unfair.
But beware, for this transformation's cost,
A toll on the soul, where love is lost.
A heart once tender, now numb and cold,
Unable to feel the warmth that others hold.
An addiction to this state, I confess,
As pain becomes a solace, no less.
But in this solitude, I find my peace,
A respite from a world that doesn't cease.
And though I yearn to love and be loved,
My heart, a relic, worn and unloved.
I tire of the people and their pretense,
Seeking solace in my own existence.
So let me be, in solitude's embrace,
Finding solace in this desolate space.
For in the darkness, I find my light,
And in the beast, I find my might.
Life's traumas may shape and transform,
But within the darkness, a fire, still warm.
And as I navigate this path, so long,
I'll find my way, and emerge, strong.
For the pain and suffering that I endure,
Will pave the way to peace, prosperity, and more.
In this journey, I'll find progression's song,
A symphony of growth, where I belong.