I love your poem, well done. It made me remember my attempt at poetry during lockdowns:
I'm truly sorry to hear of the pain,
That haunts a boy, now grown, from past's domain.
Complex, the scars that linger and persist,
In shadows deep, the memories resist.
From tender years, in innocence betrayed,
He carried wounds that never seemed to fade.
A child who suffered in silence and despair,
Invisible chains, a heavy burden to bear.
Haunted by echoes of those cruel days,
His heart still aches in myriad painful ways.
But in the darkest depths, he finds his might,
To heal, to mend, to step into the light.
For though the road is long and fraught with tears,
Within him lies the strength to face his fears.
With therapy and love, he'll surely find,
A path to peace, to leave the past behind.
Complex post-traumatic stress, it's true,
Is like a storm that rages, never through.
But with support and courage, he shall see,
A brighter dawn, a future finally free.
So let us stand beside this brave young man,
As he confronts the pain and makes his plan.
To heal his wounded heart, to rise above,
And find the peace and self-compassion, love.
