In the quiet dawn, whispers softly stir,
Wounds begin to mend, slowly they defer.
Sunlight dances on rivers of the soul,
Guiding broken hearts towards the whole.

Each breath a step, each tear a release,
In the embrace of time, we find our peace.
Through shadows deep, we find the light,
A journey inward, to reclaim our sight.

The scars we bear, tales etched in skin,
A testament to battles fought within.
Yet in their lines, beauty is found,
A resilient spirit, unbound, unbound.

As seasons change, so too do we,
Rising from the ashes, wild and free.
In recovery’s gentle, patient art,
We stitch together each shattered part.