In the tapestry of life, where stories unfold,
There's a chapter hidden, tales left untold,
A poet's lament, whispered in the dark,
A verse of resilience, a poem about scars.
Each scar, a fragment of the battles we've faced,
Etched upon our beings, lines unique, interlaced,
They speak of lessons learned, of strength embraced,
A journey of healing, where love is replaced.
Some scars bear witness to wounds that once bled,
Reminders of struggles, where tears were shed,
But they also reveal tales of triumph and might,
Of a spirit unyielding, ready to take flight.
Scars offer evidence of a heart that has bled,
Yet didn't succumb, nor weep, nor dread,
For from the depths of pain, arises a gleam,
A beacon of hope, a dreamer's silent scream.
In the tapestry of scars, stories unfold,
Of resilience and wisdom, of stories untold,
They paint a mosaic, where beauty resides,
A testament to the courage held deep inside.
Each scar is a canvas, a testament of time,
A testament that life's challenges can be sublime,
For scars are not just wounds, but a story to tell,
A celebration of life, where battles once dwelled.
So let us not fear the scars that we bear,
But embrace them as symbols of strength and repair,
For in each mark, a glorious tale unfurls,
Of how scars become badges for resilient souls.
