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In shadows where the past did tread,
Cruel whispers filled the air,
Harsh tales of sorrow, fears unsaid,
Bound me to despair.
A childhood etched in darkest hue,
Unforgotten, every scar,
Memories of joy too few,
Like distant, fading stars.
The nights were long, the days were grim,
Hope a fleeting ghost,
In every corner, shadows dim,
Where fear would be the host.
Yet through the murk, a gentle light,
Karma’s hand reached out,
Guiding me from endless night,
Dispelling every doubt.
It held me close, it led me true,
Through paths of pain and strife,
Until the skies returned to blue,
And breathed me back to life.
In every step, a lesson learned,
In every tear, a gift,
Through karma’s grace, my spirit burned,
And found a way to lift.
The past, a shadow, cannot bind,
For in the light, I see,
The power of a heart unlined,
By fate and destiny.
From cruel beginnings, I have grown,
A testament to change,
With karma’s hand, I now atone,
My life, it rearrange.
So now I walk with purpose clear,
My past a distant call,
With memories held dear and near,
I’ve risen, after all.