Exhale

Trauma bound and gagged, words swallowed whole, silent screams echo in the void, symphony of self destruction.

Chasing images cast by alter egos, mirrored memories, mistaken, misplaced, each one a mirage, just out of reach, identity crisis.

What exists beyond the reflections? A facade, a fractured contradiction. Illusions slip through trembling fingers, we run, relentless, breathless, fleeing fate that was never ours to escape, ego trip.

Yet through the fractures, light seeps in, growth induced through divine intervention. A battle fought with a broken will, where God’s grace, relentless and radiant, forms a foot stool to glory. Lessons learned and peace long yearned leading to a dominion well earned, reborn.

Ego shed.
Breathe again.