Fractured Signals Poem by Lilith Van'Nightinveil

In the stillness, a whispering pain,
Nerves frayed like threads, never the same.
A silent scream beneath the skin,
A battle fought, yet never win.

Fingers numb, a ghostly touch,
The world I knew, I miss so much.
Once agile steps, now falter slow,
A shadow of the self I know.

The days stretch long, a silent plea,
For solace in this agony.
No hand to hold, no shoulder near,
In this dark room, alone with fear.

They say I'm changing, and it's true,
But not the way I wanted to.
Each dawn brings more of what I've lost, A heavy heart, a higher cost.

The mirror mocks with a stranger's face,
Injuries time cannot erase.
No longer whole, but fractured, torn,
In this new skin, forever worn.

Yet, in the pain, a truth does bloom,
A strength that rises from the gloom.
Though nerves may fail, and senses fade,
A resilience in the wreckage laid.

For in the dark, I've learned to see,
A different side of what's to be.
Not better, not worse, just who I am,
A being forged from nerve and dam.

So here I stand, with fractured grace,
A testament to this hard place.
Changed, but not for good or ill,
Just changed, just here, just standing
still.