Beneath the surface, where shadows lie,
Stories etched in skin, memories on high.
Each line a tale of battles fought,
Silent whispers of lessons brought.

Through pain and fire, resilience born,
In the depths of night, a new dawn sworn.
Scars that mar, yet beautify,
A testament to the will to survive.

In every mark, a journey traced,
In every wound, a fear faced.
Time may heal, but marks remain,
Symbols of growth through the pain.

Embrace the scars, let them be,
Chapters in the book of ‘me.’
For in each line, there’s strength anew,
A reminder of what we can do.