Beneath the skin, where pain resides,
Are marks that time cannot disguise.
Each line a tale of battles fought,
Of lessons learned, and wisdom sought.

They trace the map of where we’ve been,
Through trials faced and unseen sins.
A testament to strength and grace,
In every scar, a soul’s embrace.

Some are faded, barely there,
Others bold, we boldly wear.
They speak of moments, both dark and light,
Of endless days and sleepless nights.

In these lines, our stories lie,
Of how we’ve fallen, yet still we rise.
For every scar, a tale profound,
A silent story, without a sound.