From Shadows To Light Poem by Dorukhan Baris Oguzcan

The echoes call, they never fade, A whispered past I wish I'd trade. Regret, a ghost that clings so tight, Yet even stars must fight the night.

I stumble through the weight of shame, A name I gave, but not my name. The past once held me, fierce and strong, Yet wounds can heal, though they seem wrong.

I weave my sorrow into song, A voice that knows where scars belong. Not chains, but threads—soft yet bright, A tapestry of loss and light.

And now I rise, though storms remain, No step is lost, no hurt in vain. For every night, the dawn must break, And I am more than past mistakes.