I hid my pain in silent rooms,
Where shadows whispered in the gloom.
Fears like chains that wrapped my soul,
A history too dark to make me whole.

I wore my scars beneath a smile,
Kept my secrets locked in a thousand miles.
Afraid of judgment, afraid to speak,
I buried all the parts of me that felt weak.

But now I breathe, and slowly, still,
I let the past dissolve, against my will.
The weight, the shame, the haunting fear—
I cast them out, and draw them near.

No longer bound by what I’ve kept,
I rise from ashes where I wept.
The ghosts are gone, their voices fade,
I stand in light, unafraid.

What once defined me now is dust,
A shadow of the pain I trust.
For in this letting go, I see—
The power to be fully free.