The storm

My life was once perfect, a dream come true,  
Wrapped in warmth, like morning light breaking through.  
But then came CPS, like a storm in the night,  
Unleashing a tempest, dimming my light.  
 
Demolishing the haven where memories grew,  
Tearing through my soul, leaving shadows askew.  
Half dead with despair, a heart in disarray,  
Each piece of my laughter, now drifting away.  
 
The smiles that once danced in the corners of rooms,  
Have faded to whispers, choked by the gloom.  
No more laughter, no more joy, just echoes of pain,  
As I wander through landscapes where sorrow remains.  
 
My days now stretch long, filled with endless tears,  
Each drop a reminder of long-forgotten years.  
I navigate through the darkness, my fears intertwined,  
Seeking out glimmers of hope I can't seem to find.  
 
Yet in the silence, a spark still ignites,  
A flicker of courage that defies the long nights.  
Though shattered and broken, I rise from the ground,  
For in the depths of despair, strength can be found.  
 
So I gather the pieces, with each breath I take,  
Building a future from the ruins they make.  
For this chapter is not the end of my tale,  
In the face of the storm, I will learn to prevail.