My life Is Built On Negatives.

In the crucible of shadows, my existence is forged, A tapestry of trials, where darkness is the cord, The threads of sorrow, intricately entwined, Weave a narrative of pain, forever aligned. My foundation lies, in the abyss of despair, Where hope's faint ember, flickers, yet still I dare, To build upon the ruins, of shattered dreams, And find solace in the shadows, where heartaches gleam. The negations of life, have been my guiding light, The darkness that surrounds, has led me through the night, The voids that gape, within my soul's deep sea, Have become the wellsprings, of resilience, in me. In the silence of solitude, I've found my voice, A whispered strength, that echoes, and makes some noise, The shadows that shroud, have become my shield, Protecting me from harm, and the world's unyielding yield. My life, a paradox, of contradictions born, A symphony of scars, that tell a story unborn, The negatives that shape, my existence so grand, Have forged a resilience, that holds my broken hand. Through the labyrinth of loss, I've navigated my way, And found a strange solace, in the darkness of each day, The emptiness that haunts, has become my home, Where I've discovered strength, in the shadows I've roamed.