In the depths of the night, where shadows creep,

Reside memories that haunt me, in slumber’s keep.

Darkened fragments of my past unkind,

Whispers of sorrow, within my mind.

They dance like specters, these memories so black,

Unveiling pain and heartache, upon their attack.

A tapestry is woven with threads of despair,

Each fragment is a reminder, of wounds left bare.

The echoes of voices once filled with delight,

Now resonate with anguish, in the dead of night.

A chorus of regret, haunting, relentless,

Dark memories that refuse to acquiesce.

Behind closed eyes, they come alive,

A parade of demons, seeking to revive,

Scenes long buried, from days long past,

Leaving a stain, an indelible cast.

But amidst the darkness, a glimpse of light,

A flicker of hope broke through the night.

For even in my memories, so filled with pain,

There lies within them, lessons to gain.

They teach me strength, resilience anew,

To rise from the ashes, and start anew.

To let go of the hurt, that held me tight,

And to forge a future, bathed in healing light.

So as these memories simmer and stew,

Remember girl, they don’t define you.

For in the darkest moments, strength is found,

And in overcoming, your spirit is crowned.

Dark memories may linger like a shadow’s cloy,

But they will not forever, your spirit’s joy.

For within your heart, a flame burns bright,

A beacon of hope, to conquer the dark nights.

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