About relations in Chernivtsi

A Journey Through Shadows and Light

In classrooms where whispers cut like knives,

And school halls echoed with cruel lives,

On streets where footsteps feared the glance,

The city watched as I had no chance.

Bruises hidden beneath hospital lights,

Alone in wards through endless nights,

No visitor came, no hand to hold,

Just stories of me quietly told.

Online storms, a cyber tide,

Where psoriatic skin becomes a crime,

Rumors racing through every street,

Every corner, every heartbeat.

Yet here I stand in Moldova’s calm,

With gadgets, books, and a healing balm,

Learning in peace, closing the twelfth door,

Dreaming of studies, of life, and more.

Serhiy laughs loudly in a local store,

Curious eyes, and I smile back for sure,

Warm embraces that feel like home,

In this new life, I am not alone.

From shadows and pain, to laughter and light,

Each step I take turns wrongs to right,

And though the past still whispers low,

I choose the path where I can grow.