In the quiet dusk where shadows lie,
Invisible tales on skin reside,
Lines of history etched in time,
Silent witnesses to battles inside.

Each mark a whisper, softly spoken,
Fragments of dreams once shattered,
A tapestry of moments unbroken,
Where courage and fear have gathered.

Through the veil of scars, light filters,
A testament to strength’s embrace,
Resilience blooms where pain lingers,
In the heart’s ever-changing space.

Though silent, they sing of survival,
In each scar, a story profound,
The echoes of life’s revival,
In every line, hope is found.