Stacey R

My autobiography book Tale of Trilogies - Where everything Intertwines (where my life's story Intertwines with ‪@RenMakesMusic‬ before I knew his name)

The Rose still Survives the Storms - Chapter 11

I started joining mother's groups,
Protecting her from hateful troops.
The housing price was far too high,
I had to keep pushing, beneath the sky.

I needed funds for food and care,
I stayed collected, hiding my despair.
A few months passed, no place was found,
So Joey, Erin, and I unbound.

The shared expense, to live as one,
To ease the bills beneath the sun.
It worked a time, the summer brief,
Outdoors I found a small relief.

My lawyer then sent what she learned,
The history of Steven that burned.
His hatred for women, his need to rule,
The past abuse, intensely cruel.

His first child, left in filth and pain,
In dirty diapers, through the rain.
The violent fights, his bitter tone,
More proof the escalating harm was known.

The truth was clear, a sight so bare,
The rising threat, the past I share.
I saw the patterns I'd ignored,
The "black sheep" lie, the tales poured

Of "crazy" partners, fierce and mean,
Used to conceal the awful scene.
I kept on riding to the group,
My life felt stuck in a heavy loop.

The playtime done, I paused for ease,
At the coffee shop, put to the test, if you please.
A man named Don would talk with me,
Outside the shop, for all to see.

I stayed reserved, I watched him well,
The friendship bond began to swell.
It didn't rush, but felt quite right,
Perhaps a future, clean and bright.

I shared my custody fight and strife,
The recent struggle of my life.
He gave me gentle, kind support,
To talk to him was my resort.

I never spoke of childhood's sting,
But past partners, the damage they bring.
The men who hurt me, cold and sly,
He agreed, "That behavior is wrong for a guy."

The pre-court date then came to call,
I showed up ready to stand tall.
The following week, the case began,
I waited for that vicious man.

I watched the others take their turn,
In case his presence made me burn.
It came to break, I was the last,
The judge spoke swiftly, moving fast.

I gave consent, to move ahead,
And sought the justice that I'd led.
A protection order was my main plea,
No contact, five hundred feet from me.

And finally, full, sole custody's hold,
To give my daughter a future bold.
Children's Aid called, the victory won,
My worker said, "Your struggle is done."

I asked for safe visits, arranged with care,
So her biological father could be there.
The case must stay open for access's sake,
I agreed to wait for the steps they'd take.

She called Steven to set the day,
He dodged the phone, and ran away.
He ignored their number, a tricky style,
A ghost who didn't want the file

Of fatherhood, a role he'd fled,
I closed the issue in my head.
The lease with Joey and Erin was through,
I felt our shared time was now due.

I gave them notice, two months to spare,
To find another, safe and fair.
I moved in with Don, things seemed to align,
I met his parents, a quiet sign.

But Don then warned me, low and deep,
His folks were "shady," secrets to keep.
I questioned fast, was this alarm?
Then sudden, sharp, my body felt harm.

He said to sleep upon the ground,
To heal the pain that could be found.
After two days, he raged with blame,
"You hate my touch, you play a game!"

He rushed away, the door closed loud,
My heart was sinking in the shroud.
"Here we go again," the thought flashed bright,
I lay there helpless in the light.

I crawled like an ape to reach her door,
Alone and sick, upon the floor.
I walked my stroller, weak and frail,
The only option to set sail.

The clinic ordered medical tests,
To find the cause beneath the rest.
I took the pain with needed pills,
He came home late, with chilling ills.

He yelled about my quiet sound,
Then played his own music throughout the ground.
I slept in her room, upon the chair,
He showed the growing rift laid bare.

I wrote a loving, novel-length note,
He sent a thumb, the final quote.
I saw the truth, he made it plain,
He tried to make me turn again.

He said, "You must learn how to cope,"
"There will be pain, abandon all hope."
"You claimed MS pain," I fired back,
"I know nothing, my knowledge I lack."

He grabbed his bag and rushed away,
My love for him felt lost that day.
I left for social aid, on the road,
He messaged me a heavy load.

He blamed my health for the fight,
I saw his bluff, in the clear light.
He tried to make me break it then,
The choice was mine, not his again.

I went for aid, the help was found,
For last month's rent upon the ground.
I went back home, he tried to force my exit then,
Despite the promise, again and again.

"Give me one week," I pleaded low,
To find a place where we could go.
I searched with frantic, desperate plea,
Then Children's Aid called unexpectedly.

They'd spoken to Steven's ear,
I thought he'd answered, driven by fear.
He claimed, "I'm busy, not today,
I'm planning a party this day. "

I closed the file, the final grace,
No interest left upon his face.
One week exactly, the door I found,
I called my adoptive father, to help haul things around

Inspired by Ren and Eden Nash - Humble

"As I walk through this life
I might fall, I might stumble whoa-oy' .
"Try to make friends with my pain
'Cause my pain keeps me humble whoa-oy".
"Breathe".

I encountered troughs and cruel decline,
Where was the fortitude that once was mine?
I struggled upward, seeking solid ground,
In disorienting silence, nowhere bound.

The pressure of the fight wore down my frame,
A weighty journey, fanning the flame.
The piercing hardship showed me how to cope,
The painful truths that nourish inner hope.

It gifted meekness and the will to yield,
Upon my core ability, my life revealed.
The burden of existence felt too great,
I forged a refuge, sealing off my fate.

To simply rest became my urgent need,
A quiet purpose planted like a seed.
My tired soul began to find repair,
A painful passage lifting off the air.

I accessed power below the strain,
To move ahead through pleasure and through pain.
I held my gaze down, centered and serene,
The silent vow of strength, yet to be seen.

Constant Hover

When seeking warmth and tenderness to meet,
My spirit shrinks, choosing to take retreat.
My sense of self begins to blur and twist,
My inner terrors hold me in their fist.

I sense the prior hardship's heavy mark,
A life repeated, trapping me in the dark.
Does history still chain me to the floor?
Or am I building prisons evermore?

I raise defenses, though I draft the line,
The safe enclosure must be truly mine.
Like softest moisture falling from the height,
It draws me in with harmony and light.

The rhythm holds me, sweeping far and wide,
To tranquil spaces where I can confide.
A sudden calm, both startling and deep,
Real partnership is promise hard to keep.

I view the conflict with observing eyes,
The hesitation that within me lies.
Yet, deep inside, a clear vision deep inside.
A mighty vigor making my soul feel alive .

But do I claim that vigor in my core?
Or stay held back, forever wanting more?
Do I elect to witness the same scene?
Or find the boldness to grow sharp and keen?

I must invite my feeling into time,
Let inner knowledge ring with truthful rhyme.
My quiet voice sings future love's design,
I feel the pulse, letting bravery be mine.

When I let go, the turmoil starts to fade,
With every beat, the truest self displayed.
,This life is mine; no longer filled with dread,
My deepest woes, the weight I now can shed.

4 days ago | [YT] | 7

Stacey R

To bring in the New Year in unity, I want to bring us together again in our own anthems to be featured on my 2nd Chronically Ill album — Journey through the Painful Truth.



Where the first Chronically Ill album shined a light on our journey's through:



- Medical Gaslighting

- Costochondritis

- Dark Thoughts

- Chronic Pain

- Fibromyalgia

- Chronic Migraines

- Clinical Blindness

- Lyme Disease

- M.E

- Diabetes 1, 2 & 3

- Chronic Asthma

- Mental Illness

- Cancer

- PTSD

- Depression

- Anxiety

- Tendonitis, Brusitis, Plantars Fasciitis

- MCAS

- POTS

- Gastroparesis

- ADHD

- Non-epileptic Seizures



These songs will be about the unfiltered reality we live every day. I want these specific songs to be a living mosaic of our collective strength. I’m building these anthems for the invisible whether it’s chronic physical pain, a mental health battle, or a condition the world refuses to see.

Drop your journey's below so we can continue to shine the light on what the world hasn't seen come together full circle in unity.



Also I want one of the songs to a be a unified collective song of our combined journeys

So also drop one sentence or one phrase you commonly use to describe your story/struggle/journey in the comments.

I’m going to take your words and stitch our "Painful Truths" together into one massive anthem. This isn’t just my song; it’s ours. Let’s show them we aren’t just surviving we’re screaming it for all to hear🤘💚

1 week ago | [YT] | 24

Stacey R

My autobiography book
Tale of Trilogies - Where everything Intertwines (where my life's story Intertwines with ‪@RenMakesMusic‬ before I knew his name)

Trigger warning ⚠️ mentions DV

Overflowing Flood of Crisis - Chapter 10

The final moment sharp and real,
to leave your father and cease to feel.
The cruel control the heavy hands,
But my own kin wouldn't understand.

Their harsh rebuke I must avoid,
My resources empty, life destroyed.
My state was desperate quick to fade,
A sudden terrifying serenade.

No relatives I dared to call,
Few meager means to rise from fall.
The shelters answered cold and stern,
"We have no space," I had to learn.

We couldn't risk the freezing air,
With my small five-month-old to bare.
I held a number, deep inside,
A single risk, nowhere to hide.

A friend of Marc's from years ago,
I hoped he wouldn't be there, and wouldn't show.
I lifted the phone, my spirit frail,
Hoping for calm beyond the wail.

Thank goodness Erin answered then,
My tears began to flow again.
"Is everything well my dear?"
She knew my voice she calmed my fears.

I gathered breath to share the plight,
The recent wrongs the darkest night.
I told her I could not remain,
No proper place to ease the pain.

She offered Joey, her kind beau,
A flicker of hope in my swift woe.
"I don't know when he can assist,"
"As soon as you can," I did insist.

It must be planned for when Steven was gone,
I feared his fury from dusk till dawn.
Within the hour Joey arrived,
I showed him what must be survived.

"Her personal things must be the core,
Her safety matters forevermore. "
I pulled the baby's bed apart,
A rising dread consumed my heart.

The stairs were slow, the time stretched near,
Fearing Steven's rage I couldn't stand to hear.
A bomb was set about to blow,
My deepest fear the curse I know.

"Forget the larger furniture now!" I cried,
"Her portable crib will keep her safe inside."
We pulled away the flight complete,
Before he showed his sudden angry feet.

I shut the phone down, dark and still,
The calls and texts would consumed to kill.
Of fierce attacks a hateful stream,
A painful end to my life's bad dream.

At Joey and Erin's safe at last,
Her little bed was settled fast.
I helped him bring our items in,
A quiet fragile place to begin.

The sofa was tough no true comfort came,
But refuge felt like sweet acclaim.
The next bright morning, new and clear,
I held my daughter, holding her near.

I made the call I knew was wise,
To Children's Aid to open eyes.
My case worker came that very day,
To check the path for us, come what may.

She saw the clothes and baby toys,
And asked about my future joys.
I said I'd search for a new place to rest,
And fight for full sole custody's crest.

She backed the plan it was sound and true,
And offered help to see it through.
She left and then the quiet broke,
As notifications soon awoke.

From Steven came the spiteful claim,
Refusing to acknowledge blame.
Pleading messages began to pile,
"Just call me back, for a short while."

His sister sent a wicked threat on my soul,
Claiming abduction hoping I'd spin out of control.
She threatened calling law enforcement on me,
To file a kidnapping charge, she didn't want me free.

I spoke to Erin, filled with doubt,
"Am I in trouble for walking out?"
She urged me to phone the police line,
To clearly state the truth was mine.

I dialed the non-emergency phone,
The full true summary was known.
The officer's voice was calm and kind,
Putting my troubled thoughts behind.

Children's Aid knew why I'd fled,
The sister's fury baseless dread.
A wrongful lie designed to harm,
My sheltering was safe from alarm.

I thanked the deputy, relieved and fast,
Then faced the bitterness that wouldn't last.
My phone then rang, a number strange,
But Steven's anger showed its range.

"Why did you go, you need to stay?"
"You know the reasons," I made my way
To speak of past domestic strife,
The warnings ignored that plagued my life.

The harm was real no striking hands,
Just hurtful words throughout the land.
Degrading language, constant spite,
Accusing me both day and night.

He'd blame me saying I misplaced his things,
He swore I hid them the torment brings.
He'd scream and shout about his clothes,
To make me hurt, to feed his woes.

He kept the funds with tight control,
No money offered for my soul.
My pregnancy was starved and slow,
The lack of needed food, a heavy blow.

He'd strike the walls and yell his hate,
"Someone will feel this, and seal their fate."
I knew my leaving was justified,
Before another conflict I faced inside,

Like the destruction Marc had shown,
The warning signs were clearly known.
As time progressed, the path felt strong,
I signed for legal help, where I belong.

Inspired by Ren - Genesis

"I find my mind starts drifting somewhere else".
"I wrestle with my thoughts
Constant wrestle with my mental health. "
"Honestly, life is ironically fucking me chronically".

The deep apprehension took its stay,
A painful narrative of disarray.
I felt the stress begin to mount,
A pledge that held no true account.

My thinking space was closing fast,
No simple remedy to be cast.
My inner fortitude was crushed by strain,
A never-ending torrent of fresh pain.

The world beneath me seemed to sway,
A toxic hazard blocking the way.
I found my focus hard to guide,
Overwhelmed by rising dread inside.

My silent guidance had grown faint,
A gentle sanctuary I had to paint.
The burden pressing on my core,
A looming specter from before.

I realized the fight must be engaged,
To find the power long since caged.
To shatter patterns I understood,
And forge the life I knew I should.

The decision was immense with fear,
To walk out when the darkness was near.
My inner resources were running thin,
A challenging fight that lay within.

I wondered which direction to choose,
To nurture safety, nothing to lose.
My physical self felt worn by anxiety's test,
A delicate frame in deep unrest.

A small voice urged, "You must find the nerve,"
A valuable existence to preserve.
I held tight to faith with trembling grip,
To finally settle on life's chaotic trip.

To take a breath and just let go,
And find a moment's peaceful glow.
Through all my years, I've wandered wide,
I've only craved a safe place, that won't swallow my pride..

Echoes through time

Beneath the fading city glow, where evening shadows creep,
A mother stands, unsure yet brave, promises to keep.
She met her youngest daughter's sire, the man who brought her pain,
And found herself on treacherous ground, enduring the pouring rain.

She moved to cut the constant threat, the lifeline she must find,
To break the silent grip of fear, leaving the past behind.
Her flight was simply survival's call, the choice she had to make,
To exit his dark presence then, for her small daughter's sake.

She raises her child by inner might, fueled by intense affection,
Her steady strength, her endless source, pulled from a deep reflection.
Her essence sings a sorrowful song, a tragic, broken symphony,
A history of silent dread, an overflowing mystery.

She walks a solitary road, the prospect dim and gray,
But holds fast to the coming light, awaiting a brighter day.
She battles shadows from the past, their influence deep and slow,
And holds her precious child tight, a love she will never let go.

The wounds may show the path she walked, but her spirit is secure,
No harm inflicted could extinguish the strength it takes for her to endure.
From shadowed nights, a fire arose, a brilliant, focused ray,
A will that conquered all the hurt, achieving a better way.

She turned her back on endless conflict, her strong resolve prevailed,
A clear direction, sacred and true, the rising sun unveiled.
Her core, a guard, her pledge unbreakable, it would not be undone,
A guiding light for her daughter, to show life's battles can be won.

2 weeks ago | [YT] | 26

Stacey R

The last 2 Premier's i had still was showing only top messages even when I toggle it to on for allessages it stays at top messages. I don't know if anyone was commenting and I wasn't able to see it. I've been trying to figure this out so if that's the case people aren't feeling left feeling unseen. My sincerest apologies and will like hold off on premier's if that the case until this issue is resolved 🫶🌹

1 month ago (edited) | [YT] | 19

Stacey R

Anyone that's joined this group please leave it's a scam group it's not ‪@RenMakesMusic‬ thia group has also been known to steal renegade art and try to sell it as their own 😡
This was the inspiration on-top of the other fakes of my song Smoke in the Mirror(Fake Ren beatdown)

1 month ago | [YT] | 73

Stacey R

Rinse & Repeat is a raw, fiercely honest song from my Chronically Ill album.

This song tackles the brutal reality of medical gaslighting and the crushing "rinse and repeat" cycle of seeking help for chronic pain condtions and all hidden chronic condtions/illnesses, only to be dismissed or over-medicated. It is a powerful declaration of independence and a message of unity for every warrior fighting an invisible battle.

My Personal Journey: Choosing to be Medically Free
"Rinse & Repeat" stems directly from my own painful journey of medical dismissal. The cycle of prescriptions felt like being treated "like a book placed on a shelf," where doctors prioritized profit over true healing.
This led to a crucial decision: to live medically free of preventative pain medications. Due to past experiences with childhood and adulthood DV, my body's trauma response saw prescribed meds as an attack rather than a solution, ultimately doing more harm than good. While I maintain regular check-ups, medically free means I avoid preventative meds to manage the daily agony.

This song is about finding strength, releasing thoughts through writing, and realizing that you are more than just a patient you are a warrior.
We are all here, we are all surviving.
If this song speaks to your own journey, please like, share, and subscribe to help us amplify the voices of the chronically ill community 🫶🌹

https://youtu.be/3t8AIqdJCXg?si=00vPW...

1 month ago | [YT] | 10

Stacey R

Community Q&A: Your Questions, My Truth

From the internal wars that rage within,
We may wonder where it ends & where new life begins.
Through Chronically Ill & Broken but not Gone,
I'm also inviting you into my autobiography book, journey, and my life's song.

I truly want you all to know me on a personal level who I am, why I make this art, and the journey that inspires it. Feel free to dive deep with any question you might have!

This includes asking about specific lyrics that stand out to you, like the line from Demons in every Room: "legs set apart a target in school from the very start." In this lyric I had walking issues where my feet would point inwards as a child so would get bullied and mock because of it. Feel free to ask if certain lyrics and phrases are lived experiences (like having walking issues that became a target for bullies) or if I used a metaphor to fit the flow of obstacles I’ve had to live through.

I'll be taking my time to answer directly in the comments so I can give every question the attention it deserves.

You can ask about the life experiences that shaped my work:

The new songs from Chronically Ill are here to share,
And my DV journey from Broken but not Gone is laid bare.
We can discuss chronic pain and the life that I knew,
My book Tales of Trilogies shares every part with you.
If questions arise about my mission or art,
Or anything else you have in your heart.
Drop your thoughts below so we can all meet,
I look forward to our conversation as we dive deep.

We may feel like we're broken.
But we're still here
We're not done and not gone 🌹

1 month ago | [YT] | 20

Stacey R

This is more than just a story; it's the echo of the life I lived in the shadows and light, where music became both a mirror and a lifeline. Tales of Trilogies - Where everything Intertwines weaves my own journey with @RenMakesMusic , long before I ever knew his name.

In Chapter 1: Safe Harbors in Shallow Seas, I open the door to the foundation of my story. It’s a glimpse into my infancy and the years leading up to the first major storm—surviving silent trauma ("Cracks in the Cradle"), finding brief refuge, and learning to cope when my own body became a signal for the pain my voice couldn't express.

I write all my own poetry and lyrics, and the melody and vocals for this audio chapter are created through Suno Pro. This process brings my life journey alive, transforming what I’ve lived through into music and story 🎶🌹

https://youtu.be/L0v8VDtM8Og?si=DY8nk...

1 month ago | [YT] | 10

Stacey R

Building a Safe Harbour: Our Community Standards & Dealing with Negativity

As our community grows as well does some comments that try to start a fire in the comments so I felt it important to write this so we can keep everyone and our mental health safe.

Hello everyone joining this community 🌹

As my channel and community grow, I am committed to making sure this remains a safe and supportive environment. This space is here for people to share their experiences, feelings, and life journeys without judgment.


🛑 My Commitment to a Safe Space

To ensure this remains a warm and welcoming place:
Any comments that I find too disrespectful, hateful, judgmental, or intended solely to provoke an argument will be removed from the page. My priority is to uplift and protect the mental health of everyone here.


How I Respond (De-escalation & Reframing)

When dealing with a comment that attempts to create conflict or negativity, I strive to de-escalate the situation and reframe the conversation, instead of adding fuel to the flames. I encourage you to use this method if you choose to engage.


1. The Proper Analogy for Engagement:

Think of engaging with negativity like trying to put out a small fire with sand, not gasoline.

2. Examples of Reframing:

Here are two examples of how I shift the focus from conflict back to my passion and strategy:

Examples of comments recieved and my deescalating (sand) response:

Hateful Comment (The Fire) 

“Like I've said before just an Eminem wanna be”

My Response (The Sand/Reframing)

“Both Eminem and Ren are forged in their artistry from life journey and struggles that holds their own uniqueness some like Eminem more some like Ren some like both it's not a competition who is better                    they both put equally passion into what they put out to the world.

Hateful Comment (The Fire)

“You really are obsessed ... is it healthy ? If it helps you to heal , great .. or is this away for you to get a response from him ? Whatever it is.. if it feels good , do it . Kudos .

My Response (The Sand/Reframing)

It's a way just for me to find different ways to push out his music. Also this allows me something to do that doesn't take long to put together (a couple minutes versus 6 hours for a full video edit). I'm also writing my autobiography book while being a single mom, so sometimes I need some days to emotionally recoup.

3. When in Doubt, Withdraw:

If you find yourself starting to write a response that feels angry or you just can’t figure out how to respond without adding fuel to the fire, please follow this rule: Just ignore the comment. Protecting your peace and energy is more important than winning an argument with a stranger.

Don't fight fire with fire. Let the embers slowly burn out. Let's all work together to keep this a safe and welcoming environment for everyone 🫶

1 month ago (edited) | [YT] | 30

Stacey R

My autobiography book
Tale of Trilogies - Where everything Intertwines (where my life's story Intertwines with  ‪‪@RenMakesMusic‬         before I knew his name)



Fractured Soul - Chapter 9:


With shaky hand, the low-income lease I signed,
A simple, quiet haven I did find.
The shelter’s gifts were useful, kind and sweet,
To put me on a path upon my feet.

I fought the lonely silence, all alone,
The solitude a seed that I had sown.
I needed comfort, a familiar face,
And found the soup kitchen in that same place.

Then came a call, a voice that stood apart,
It was dear Betty, a friend within my heart.
We shared a meal, a welcome, gentle pace,
A flicker of true comfort in this place.

We met her friends, a small and steady crew,
Including one named Steven but he was someone new, .
I swept away the warnings, soft and low,
And let our waking hours quickly flow.

Yet every day, I called the phone with care,
A silent, useless, ever-burning prayer.
The number was disconnected, a sorrowful sound,
My precious children could not be found.

The panic mounted, rising in the air,
I wondered what my children thought was there.
Did Steve just lie to spare their younger youth?
Or did they think I vanished, and didn't know what was true?

Then days moved on, a dizzy, hazy stream,
My body changed, fulfilling a strange dream.
The nurse returned, her face composed and mild,
She said that I was pregnant with a child.

My heart sank low, a heavy, weighty dread,
The wrong time for a baby in my head.
I told the father, who seemed happy and true,
And soon we packed to find a setting new.

The country called, we chose a cheaper spot,
But isolation was the cruel new lot.
The shadows grew as Steven’s anger rose,
I walked on eggshells, fearing what he chose.

Near to the end, a slip, a fall on the stairs,
No sudden pain, I breathed a worried prayer.
The morning came, my daughter then was stilled,
His rage erupted, all his day plans were killed.

He swore the day was ruined, full of gloom,
He stormed and yelled within the hospital room.
The gentle nurses asked about the fall,
I stood in silence, giving them no information at all.

I would not risk the nurses aid to start their test,
To guard this tiny, fragile, forming nest.
The birth was difficult, with pain intense and raw,
His temper flared against the hospital's law.

He yelled and slammed, the nurses had to plead,
To make him settle down and plant a better seed.
An emergency C-section was the sight,
To bring my little daughter to the light.

A small dent lay upon her perfect head,
And heavy, aching guilt filled me with dread.
Then in the hospital, he yelled with racist spite,
At a kind nurse who held her, day and night.

I told him calmly he had made the choice,
And now the Children’s Aid would hear his voice.
They came and set the orders, strict with care,
To keep a stable home they said to prepare.

But once at home, his angry spirit flew,
He yelled at me that we would move to somewhere new.
I told him no, that children's aid had made it clear,
To move was to invite their sudden, crushing fear.

He spat his words, his face contorted, wide,
“Not them, not Aid, and not you will tell me where to stride!”
I shook and wept, my soul began to crack,
Now fully trapped upon this lonely, painful track.

I held my child and nursed her in my gloom,
And thought of calling someone from the room.
In my heart i knew we couldn't stay,
With my fear and his anger i knew we'd be sent to the grave.

So deep in my thoughts in a torrential stir,
Who to call or where to go I was unsure,
All I knew is with you by my side,
We'll be set free and we will remain alive.


Inspired by Ren - Vincent's Tale Sunflowers

"It's a moment of madness inside of the walls,"
"Oh what a terrible scene, here lies the corpses of corporate machines."
"War rains down, blindingly loud, never surrender."


The sudden tension grips the air,
A broken vessel filled with care.
The precious quiet starts to fray,
A frenzy born of endless gray.

I sense the harshness closing near,
On the small, vibrant life held dear.
This violent argument begins,
The tragic cost the turmoil spins.

I watch the small joys start to slide,
Beneath the burden deep inside.
The silent spaces fill with fright,
For every promise meant as light.

I face the clamor, stark and clear,
A secret strength within my tears.
I cannot grasp the future's ease,
Yet still, my spirit finds its peace.

I seek the brightness in the shade,
A quiet future, unafraid.
I keep my life's work close and true,
To fight the dark until it's through.

I will reshape the deepest wound,
To find the hope where it's not gone too soon.
I'll keep on striving with my might,
To stand upright in fading light.

The conflict swirls, a massive sea,
I hold my fractured soul in me.
But still, I rise above the sting,
Because the daylight still brings.

Through pain and sorrow so dark and deep,
Everything is more peaceful in sleep.
One day to the next i will arise,
Too bare my soul I know I will survive.


Breaking the Silence


Like a hidden flower, slow to bloom,
I linger still within the room.
To live where darkness holds its sway,
A toxic chamber where shadows play.

The verbal blows fall swift and hard,
A quiet war where I am scarred.
The flesh is stressed, the spirit tired,
A heart of ice, unjustly fired.

I feel the fading must give way,
For every life will find its day..
The comfort needed won't arrive,
I mourn the hope that can survive.

The hour is set to lift my head,
To let the words that weren't meant to be said.
A tiny fire starts to glow,
A heavy truth that i know.

To throw a beam where darkness hides,
And find the reason that abides.
The violent temper starts to crash,
But through the storm, the light will flash.

My eyes turn up to what is true,
The life ahead belongs to you.
A ray of promise starts to spread,
To leave the anguish that was bred.

Trust in the dawn that waits ahead,
Don't let the sorrow leave you dead.
When heavy crying starts to stream,
I follow my own inner dream.

A softer music starts to flow,
To tell my aching heart to go.
With strong intent, I stand up tall,
I answer my decisive call.

The wounding is both fierce and real,
But strength is mine, the urge to heal.
The clock is moving, quick and light,
This single chance demands my fight.

With the combined strength of our souls,
I take the steps to make me feel whole.
The silent things I try to keep,
The growth emerges from the deep.

The honest word is waiting near,
A path to safety, built right here.
I claim the flame, the shadows part,
I spark the mystery in my heart.

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