Abyss in my mind, thoughts of dismay,
Wreckage you’ll find, bodily decay,
Inside and out, forging the future,
Shouting through sin, bury me deeper.

No fortress left to guard, simplicity in peace,
Opening my heart, beginning to finally breathe.
Dig deep into my soul, forging a way,
Filling my bowl, nurturing my brain.

The scars tell a tale of battles endured,
A map of the pain, the strength procured.
Lines etched in flesh, whispers of strife,
Invisible wounds that shaped my life.

From ashes I rise, though burned and torn,
Each mark a reminder of lessons born.
Roots from the ruins, flowers now bloom,
In the cracks of despair, I make room.

The scars beneath the surface, both seen and concealed,
Hold the truths of my journey, the pain revealed.
But from every wound, a light has grown,
A testament to battles I’ve fought alone.

Now I walk forward, unashamed and strong,
The echoes of despair transformed to song.
Each scar a reminder, I’m still here, still whole,
A warrior of spirit, unbroken in soul.

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