Trans Diagnostic Construct

A single thread, frayed by the wind, Woven from sorrow, soaked in rain, Trauma, a shadow that won’t rescind, A silent ache, a voiceless pain. In fractured glass, I see the sky, Its jagged edge cuts through my eyes, And though I reach, though I may try, The light I feel slips far away. Madness sings in cryptic tone, A hymn of loss, a cry of dust, It pulls me close, I’m not alone— But even in this, I cannot trust. For who am I beneath the weight Of labels, wounds, the mind’s despair? A body rocked, an altered state, A voice that trembles I am here. Yet still I search, though I am torn— For truth in chaos, to be reborn.