In childhood’s land, where secrets kept,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
My lips are sealed, the tears I wept.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
In shadows deep, my heart confined,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
A tale of wounds, a troubled mind.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The playground’s laughter, skies so bright,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Yet hidden battles, out of sight.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
My lips are sealed, they dare not speak,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Of scars that linger, wounds so deep.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Innocence lost, too soon it seems,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
A world of pain, in childhood dreams.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
My lips are sealed, but through my eyes,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
You’ll glimpse the past, where darkness lies.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The monsters, both real and in my head,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
A whispered fear, a silent dread.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
My lips are sealed, yet in my stare,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
You’ll find the pain, the burden I bear.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
But as I grow, in healing’s grace,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I’ll find the strength to find my place.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
My lips may part, the truth revealed,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
As childhood’s traumas slowly healed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
For in the silence, a voice will rise,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
To break the chains, to clear the skies.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
My lips unsealed, I’ll find my way,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
To brighter, happier, sunlit day.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
In childhood’s land, where secrets kept, My lips are sealed, the tears I wept. In shadows deep, my heart confined, A tale of wounds, a troubled mind. The playground’s laughter, skies so bright, Yet hidden battles, out of sight. My lips are sealed, they dare not speak, Of scars that linger, wounds so deep. 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