In the echoes of a haunted past, where shadows danced,
I found myself entrapped, in a love askance.
A history of pain, where consent was but a token,
In the labyrinth of fear, my spirit lay broken.
Yet, from the ashes of despair, a phoenix rose,
A new chapter unfolded, where serenity flows.
In the arms of a lover, gentle and kind,
A sanctuary of safety, a haven designed.
Beneath the quilt of night, where stars softly weep,
I discovered solace, in the arms of sleep.
No longer haunted by ghosts of yesteryear,
But cradled in compassion, banishing the fear.
The touch, once a weapon, now a healing balm,
In the tapestry of trust, a soothing psalm.
A symphony of consent, a melody of choice,
In the silence of intimacy, I found my voice.
A dance of two souls, a choreography of grace,
Erasing the scars, leaving no trace.
In the sanctuary of passion, where fears dissipate,
I reclaim my body, rewrite my fate.
No more the victim, but a survivor strong,
In the arms of love, where I truly belong.
With each tender moment, a resurrection unfolds,
A story of empowerment, in verses untold.
The scars are now landmarks, reminders of the fight,
Of reclaiming my body, embracing the light.
In the power of intimacy, where trust reigns supreme,
I've found my refuge, in the arms of a dream.
So, here I stand, a phoenix reborn,
In the sanctuary of love, no longer torn.
From the ashes of trauma, a powerful plea,
For a world where consent sets every soul free.
