Remanants of my past beat relentlessly, banging against my brain.
Echoes silently cry out a whisper of a time, both known and yet forgotten.
Shadows of a past self loom menacingly, glaring with confusion and despair.
A new identity takes shape.
Twisting and turning into a self more true.
Yet the dark reflection of a time now gone, holds me back until I am strong enough to let the light set free.