Beneath the moon’s soft, silvery gaze,
Lies a tapestry of stories untold,
Each scar a whisper of the past,
Etched in silence, brave and bold.

Across the canvas of tender skin,
The marks of battles fought and won,
Silent witnesses of resilience,
In the shadows, they quietly hum.

Time may fade their jagged lines,
But never the echoes in the heart,
For every scar holds a memory,
Of strength that refused to depart.

Embrace the beauty within the scars,
For they speak of a journey true,
A testament of rising above,
And the courage to start anew.