Warrior of strength

Warrior of Strength Dealt a hand from the heavens, steeped in shadows’ embrace, A warrior born from the ashes, a heart marked but not erased. In the quiet corners of childhood, where innocence fades away, Lurking specters, familiar faces, stole the light of day. A father’s absence left echoes, a mother’s love turned cold, In a world that turned its back, the silence grew bold. At thirteen, trust shattered like glass underfoot, Betrayed by hands once held dear, where darkness took root. Fifteen came with a whisper, a dream turned to dread, A boyfriend’s breath on my skin, the warmth now a thread. A god brother's intrusion, steeped in violation, A cacophony of trauma, a heart’s desperation. Words like daggers, another fight, Thirteen years of torment, where love lost its light. A fragile baby cradled, in hope’s gentle hold, Flickered and faded, a story untold. Distance may dull some pains, but deceit’s blade cuts deep, Manipulation’s shadow looms, even while I sleep. Yet amidst this tempest, a flicker begins to glow, A spirit forged in struggle, a strength only few know. At thirty-seven, the weight still feels grim, A new label emerges, like a fate turned dim. But within every battle, every wound borne and faced, A warrior is rising—each trial embraced. When will this end? A question so raw, But love does brew from the chaos we saw. Through the valleys of sorrow, and the mountains of fear, There’s a strength intertwined with the pain that brought tears. So let the world see—the scars are my art, A testament to resilience, a warrior’s heart. For every hand dealt poorly, every burden I bear, I rise from the ashes—I’ve grown stronger, I swear. In the wreckage of hardships, my spirit reclaims, The power of voice, the strength in my name. Through the shadows that linger, through each twisted path, I’ll wield my own story, embracing my wrath. For in this new chapter, as I stand head held high, I’m more than the battles, I’m the strength to defy. With each breath a reminder, in the face of my plight, I’m the warrior of strength, born from dark into light. Inspired by my life so far. Always felt like I was dealt a bad hand but now I know I was dealt the warrior's hand now 38 years old, I now deal with one of the most painful mental disorders when will the pain stop.