Trauma Traumatized Poem by Lilith Van'Nightinveil

In the shadows of despair, a soul once found,
Bound by anguish, in madness, tightly wound.
Torment whispered in the dead of night,
A symphony of pain, an endless fight.

Through labyrinthine depths, the mind did roam,
Haunted by memories, each a jagged stone.
But in the heart of darkness, a flicker burned,
A glimmer of hope, to be discerned.

Through the tempest's fury, the soul did brave,
Facing demons, refusing to be enslaved.
In the crucible of fire, forged anew,
From the ashes of trauma, a spirit true.

With each step forward, scars became strength,
In the tapestry of life, woven at length.
Though shadows lingered, their power waned,
For in the light of resilience, they were contained.

And so the tale unfolds, of a soul reborn,
From the depths of madness, to greet the morn.
Trauma traumatized, yet still it thrives,
A testament to the human spirit's drive.