My inner compass, lost its north,…

My inner compass, lost its north,
My value questioned, from my birth.
Each harsh judgment, a heavy chain,
Binding me tight, in constant pain.
My voice was stifled, choked with dread,
The words of worth, left unsaid.
The world outside, a vibrant stream,
While I was trapped, in a broken dream.
Yet from the depths, a stirring call,
To rise above, and stand up tall.
This building effort, slow and deep,
The promises I need to keep.
No thunderclap, no sudden might,
Just quiet strength, to find the light.
Each careful move, a whispered plea,
To trust the person deep in me.
The edifice begins to mend,
A stronger spirit, without end.