Sometimes light, sometimes dark,
never concealed, leaving the mark,
these wounds, physical or mental,
coming to attentions, when one watch...
Is it the hurt, from the injuries,
or revisiting, those painful memories,
there's something special, too personal,
that we treasure, beyond our worries.
For, they signify, our journey,
walking on paths, that's thorny,
all the bruises, that cause bleeding,
piercing hearts, left us grieving.
We tried to ignore, wear a mask,
yet, gaining our peace, an uphill task,
being awake, in those countless nights,
evaluating responses, of fight or flight.
Time does heal, gradually we adapt,
small episodes, becomes important events,
while body grows, creating protective covers,
with newer sensations, spreading its colors.
Still, I appreciate, as I cherished,
these faint lesions, & the blemish,
symbolizing resilience, of my heart,
honoring my efforts, to climb back...
From my despair!
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