Battle Song

In shadows cast by fractured dreams,

A whispered tale of silent screams,

I stand, a testament to survival's art,

A heart once shattered, now stitched with scars.

Within the depths of darkest night,

A victim forged, yet valiant in my fight,

Through the corridors of pain and strife,

I navigate a labyrinth of life.

I whisper not of weakness or disdain,

But of resilience, rising above the pain,

For deep within my spirit, a fire burns,

With strength untamed, my wounded heart yearns.

In the depths of despair, I found my voice,

A beacon of truth, a testament of choice,

No longer a prisoner in this twisted game,

I break these chains and reclaim my name.

I am not defined by the marks I bear,

But by the light within, a soul laid bare,

No longer a victim, with bowed head,

I rise as a survivor, resolute instead.

Into the world, my spirit takes flight,

Painting a symphony of hope, shining bright,

For every teardrop that once fell like rain,

Blossoms of strength emerge from the pain.

Together we stand, the wounded and strong,

United in resilience, courage prolongs,

The echoes of our stories, fierce and true,

Illuminate a path for others to pursue.

So, if you ask of my journey's strife,

I am a survivor, not just in this life,