The healing chamber

A quiet, twisting, mental fire. You doubt your worth, you doubt your fire, Trapped in a maze of no desire, The mind grows weary, dark, and dim, Chasing ghosts to please their whim, Wondering when the laughter turned to blades, As every ounce of confidence slowly fades. You give them pieces of you, your heart to hold, But watch them turn to ash and bitter cold. A constant trial where you stand accused, Your open trust often misused. But clarity arrives with sudden light, Breaking the spell of that heavy night. Cut the ties, erase the memories, Reclaim the peace you used to love the most. If loyalty demands your soul to break, It’s a toxic bond you need to shake. It will hurt but your safety is worth the pain.