It started in the shadows, before I could even stand. An invisible line was drawn, a road across the land. A foundation built on cracks, a house upon the sand, With a secret left to burn, deep beneath the frozen ground. Everyone stayed silent, the curtains tightly drawn, And I learned to play a part, forever hiding from the dawn. The years grew heavy on me, the storms arrived too soon. A constant static in my head, a dark and heavy tune. Sometimes the world felt like a thousand bricks inside my chest, Endured by a body that fought without a rest. I searched for the words, but my voice was cast away, Lost in the emptiness and the fog of yesterday. But the truth doesn't run, no matter how deep it lies. Even the oldest scars tell how a soul survives. The fracture in our history, the silence we maintained, Is the raw power of today, breaking free from being chained. I am no longer the victim of the darkness of the night. I am the woman standing up, who brought the pieces to the light. Doors have been broken open, locked for thirty years and more. The ink upon the paper keeps the ghosts outside the door. It is no longer my fault, it was never my fight, The foundation built on lies has finally met the light. I breathe a little easier, the rush begins to fade, I know exactly who I am in every word I’ve made. For the truth doesn't run, no matter how deep it lies. Even the oldest scars tell how a soul survives. The fracture in our history, the silence we maintained, Is the raw power of today, breaking free from being chained. I am no longer the victim of the darkness of the night. I am the woman standing up, who brought the pieces to the light. The fighting is over, I have my truth now. I’m done with the running, done with the silence and the lies. The keys are turned, the peace returns, the heavy air is clearing, I am almost home at last, the darkness disappearing. Finally... the healing begins.
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