A Symphony of Survival

In the shadows of her mind,
Where echoes of the past entwine,
Lies a woman, broken and confined,
By the chains of memories unkind.

Her eyes, once bright as the morning dew,
Now clouded with storms that never blew,
Through the shattered windows of her soul,
Where pain and sorrow take their toll.

In the dance of nightmares, she is trapped,
Where shadows whisper, and memories are lapped,
By the flames of a childhood lost,
In the darkness where innocence was the cost.

The touch that lingers, a phantom's caress,
Leaves scars unseen, a silent distress,
In the depths of her being, a tempest roars,
A symphony of anguish, a soul that soars.

Haunted by ghosts that refuse to fade,
She wanders through a twisted cascade,
Of fears and doubts that never sleep,
In the caverns of her heart, secrets keep.

Each day a battlefield, each night a war,
She fights the demons that knock on her door,
With trembling hands and a fragile smile,
She walks the path, mile by mile.

But in the darkness, a light does gleam,
A flicker of hope, a radiant beam,
Guiding her through the labyrinthine pain,
To find herself, whole again.

For within her beats a heart of gold,
A spirit fierce, a story untold,
She rises from the ashes of her past,
A survivor, free at last.

So let the symphony of survival play,
A testament to her strength each day,
For in the depths of her darkest night,
She found the courage to embrace the light.