Resilience

I built a library in the corners of my mind,
Hidin’ pain in the pages, in the bind, I'm confined.
In the ink and the paper, my sorrows intertwined,
To create, I gotta face the hate, leave the past behind.

Late nights, I'm diving deep into the script,
Lost in my own world, in my thoughts, I'm equipped.
I open up the books, let the painful memories slip,
Every hit, every burn, every bruise, every whip.

In the library of my life, where the shadows play,
I pull out the pain, turn night into day.
In the heart of my struggle, in my mental fray,
I turn my darkest memories into the words I say.

Couldn’t find a reason for my mind’s stormy weather,
Started losing hope, pieces not coming together.
Tried to pump my heart with joy, light as a feather,
But lost that battle, heartstrings severed, untethered.

Lying in my bed, heartbreak's heavy burden,
Eyes closed tight, life’s final curtain.
Paranoia’s whispers, constantly certain,
Pain of the past, behind every curtain.

This is the story, the rhythm of my life,
In the library of pain, joy, and strife.
Been here so long, it’s my sanctuary, my hive,
Reliving the moments, it’s where I thrive.

Created this world, from the ashes of my past,
In the library of pain, but these memories won't last.
I harmonize with sorrow, but the spell’s been cast,
In every line I write, I'm free at last, free at last.

In this sanctuary of silence, I find my voice loud and clear,
Facing demons of yesterday, those I once feared.
Every word I jot down, a step towards the light,
Turning pain into power, in this endless night.

I weave my woes into wisdom, every scar a lesson,
In the university of life, each setback a session.
Finding strength in the struggle, resilience in the rift,
In the library of my life, I pen my greatest gift.

In the library of my life, where the shadows dance,
I find the rhythm in pain, give hope a chance.
In the depth of despair, I make my stand,
Turning my deepest wounds into something grand.

Echoes of the past, in these halls, they resonate,
But I'm the author now, I narrate my fate.
From the ashes of agony, I rise, I create,
In the story of my life, I'm both pen and slate.

So here I am, in my mind's library, standing tall,
Writing my journey, breaking down the wall.
In every line, a legacy, in every verse, a call,
In the library of my life, I rise above it all.