Trauma

In a cycle of trust, I once did believe,
Offered second chances, hoping to retrieve.
But each time, his promises shattered like glass,
Leaving me broken, a soul worn down with mass.

With each betrayal, my spirit grew weary,
Till I was but fragments, tattered and teary.
Like a puzzle undone, scattered and frayed,
The pieces of my heart, in disarray they laid.

Though mending seems distant, a daunting task,
I'll gather the shards, no longer to bask
In the shadow of betrayal's cruel game,
For from the ashes, I'll rise with newfound flame.

Though scars may remain, etched deep in my soul,
I'll rebuild anew, stronger, and whole.
For in the rubble of what once was lost,
I'll find resilience, no matter the cost.