Echoes

Through trauma's dark depths, where shadows reside, A spirit indomitable, with resilience as guide, Through trials of PTSD, and BPD's sway, A heart finds its strength, with each passing day.

In addiction's clutches, despair held its reign, Yet hope flickered softly, like embers in rain, With courage as fuel, the darkness defied, A path to sobriety, where healing resides.

On suicide's precipice, where hope seemed to fade, A lifeline of love, a promise was made, To cherish the self, to honor the soul, To fight for existence, to make life whole.

Homelessness haunted, a shelter unknown, Yet resilience prevailed, a strength newly grown, A path to stability, a place to call home, Where dreams could take flight, no longer alone.

This Christmas, alone, in solitude's embrace, A silent resilience, a newfound grace, For self-love blossoms, a gift so profound, A symphony of healing, a melody of sound.

No longer a victim, of darkness's hold, A story rewritten, a courage untold, In the depths of despair, a beacon ignites, Self-compassion's flame, in the heart's hidden lights.

The echoes of trauma, may linger and stay, But the spirit within, will never give way, For self-love is armor, a shield against pain, A journey of healing, where hope will remain.

So let Christmas be solace, a time to reflect, On the battles you've fought, the strength you've project, In the depths of your being, a treasure untold, A gift of self-love, worth more than its weight in gold.

No gifts under the tree, no festive display, Yet within you're adorned, in a lovelier way, For self-acceptance, the greatest of gifts, Sets you free from longing, from inner shifts.

Let the spirit of Christmas, in your heart reside, A celebration of self, where true joy abides, No need for external validation's embrace, For self-love is the key, to your own sacred space.