HANDS THAT SPOKE IN THUNDER

HANDS THAT SPOKE IN THUNDER Hands that spoke in thunder shook the little me and recreated all the trauma my inner child wanted to bury. It dug deep into the pain I thought I had forgotten. It birthed the voices that send shivers down my spine. Hands that spoke in thunder made me dance to the melodies I hated to hear. Made me recite puns that held a dark mirror to my past. Hands that broke walls that took me years to build. Hands that spoke in thunder touched wounds I thought had healed. The cuts bled once again, and my inner child could only watch from a place of fear— fear that still scares even the older me. Yet even as the thunder echoed through me, I learned to hold the trembling parts of myself. To become the shelter my inner child never had, and to rise from the echoes that once shattered me.