Amidst the trauma, events so bleak,
No sign of help, the heart feels weak.
A cascade of moments, each one a weight,
A relentless storm, an unending spate.

No respite found, in the midst of the storm,
Life's fabric torn, its beauty transformed.
Yet within this chaos, a strength resides,
A survivor's spirit, where courage abides.

Glimmers of resilience, in the darkest of hours,
Fragile, yet unyielding, like delicate flowers.
No help in sight, but within you dwell,
The power to heal, and rewrite your spell.

Though trauma's grip is strong and unkind,
Within your heart, the strength to unbind.
You are not defined solely by your past,
Your story continues, a tale to amass.

In time's embrace, wounds may yet mend,
And from the darkness, a new dawn ascend.
No help may be near, but within your core,
A strength to endure, and rise once more.