In the shadowed corners of the heart,
Lies a whisper of forgotten pain,
Unspoken words like buried art,
Hidden beneath the gentle rain.

Each scar a silent testament,
To battles fought within the soul,
A quiet echo, ever-present,
In the depths where shadows stroll.

Yet from this pain, a strength is born,
A resilience forged in silent fire,
Through tears and trials, the spirit sworn,
To rise above, to never tire.

So let the echoes softly fade,
As healing light begins to weave,
For in the heart where scars are made,
Resides a hope that never leaves.