The Resilient Alchemist
A poem
A poem
I’m an archaeologist of self.
Dim corridors of thought echo with the past
and trauma’s chains bind me,
whispering tales of ancient wounds,
unearthing shards of a shattered spirit.
Each fragment a testimony to the struggle,
a testament to my perseverance.
I’m a cartographer of me,
mapping the terrain of my inner world.
Struggles are ink, mental health the canvas,
and I am the poet weaving a narrative of survival.
I’m an alchemist of emotions,
transmuting shadows into ethereal thoughts.
Within me lies a kingdom of constellations,
each a memory, a feeling, a battle within.
I am a watchman in my consciousness,
guarding against doubt and fear
and like a sentinel in the night,
I confront specters that haunt my mind.
I am a kaleidoscope of emotions,
a symphony of contradictions
as I navigate uncharted waters,
amidst life’s tumultuous sea,
wrestling tempests within,
though my journey’s not exotic lands
or cosmic voyages.
The world sees a facade, but within,
scars mark countless battles,
testaments to my struggles.
I dwell in paradox,
where euphoria and despair waltz
and I am caught in the rhythm of existence.
My journey is a testament
to the strength of the human soul,
where brushstrokes paint a vivid portrait of my battles.
With each stroke, a revelation,
each color my inner turmoil.
I search for the embers of my resilience,
the elixir to quench my thirst for validation.