TrevorWrites

 TW: Suicide/Suicidal ideation A Child of June's Promise On a sun-drenched Tuesday morning, June 16th—the Day of the African Child—I drew my first breath. Before I could speak my first word or take my first step, life had already written its first chapter of challenge: my parents had divorced while I was still growing in my mother's womb. Like many stories of strength, mine began in my grandmother's arms. Under her gentle care, my early childhood blossomed in ways money could never buy. We might not have had wealth in our pockets, but my grandmother filled our home with riches of the soul. Through her wisdom, I learned life's most precious lessons: the value of true friendship, the power of love, and the freedom found in forgiveness. These golden threads would later become my lifeline through the darkest storms. The Empty Chair School days brought their own kind of pain. While other children shared stories of their fathers' adventures and teachings, I sat in silence...

 Between the Tides Some days I soar on wings of gold, My spirit bright, my heart so bold. Other days the shadows creep, Pulling me to waters deep. Back and forth, this endless dance, Between darkness and brilliant chance. One moment flying towards the sun, Next moment too heavy to run. But listen close, dear heart of mine, Even in darkness, stars still shine. This storm inside will ebb and flow, Like tides that come and tides that go. I am more than just these waves, More than the shadow that behaves Like it's the only truth I'll know— I am the light, I am the glow. So gentle be with your own soul, For you are beautiful and whole. Even when the night feels long, Remember: you are fierce and strong. Each breath you take, each step you dare, Is proof of courage, proof you care. Hold on through both the highs and lows, For dawn always follows shadow's close.