In the heart of our existence lies a battle unseen,
Between fragments of our soul, delicate and keen.
The inner child, trembling, seeks safety’s embrace,
A tender whisper for solace in life’s frantic chase.
Teenage flames burn with a justice-driven ire,
Fury ignites the spirit, a consuming fire.
Yet, deep within, the desire for fairness stands tall,
Yearning for balance, for equality in all.
The adult self, weary, craves the quiet of peace,
Amidst the chaos, a yearning for the strife to cease.
A heart heavy with burdens, a mind fatigued and worn,
Searching for tranquility, where calm is reborn.
Healing is the path, though rugged and steep,
A journey through shadows where old wounds sleep.
Be gentle, be kind, in this war within,
For peace is the goal where new beginnings begin.
So embrace each fragment, with love and with care,
Acknowledge the struggle, breathe in the air.
For healing is not a sprint, but a gentle, steady climb,
One step at a time, through the corridors of time.
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