The Battle Within My Mind

My childhood was a silent battlefield, A mind forever caught in war, Between fear and hope, between silence and screams, Each day a fresh fight, each wound bleeding anew.

I learned I had to be strong, Even when no one stood beside me, When my mind raged like a stormy sea, And no shore was safe to find.

Pain did not break me, It forged me like a hammer, Every scar, every fall, every midnight tear, Became a piece of armor to carry on.

Today, I am no longer that child, My mind still fights, but I am the ruler, I see the path through the darkness, And with every breath, I grow stronger.