Eyes filled with tears...
Heart stained with pain...
Soul painted with scars.


She sat alone and gazed faraway in the distance.
Reminiscing up the past years.
Rewinding the tales of the yesteryears...

She could see a younger version of her
She retracted her gaze and compared to her new self
She looked like a caged dove covered with wounds and scars...
Buried within the shadows cast by her shattered dreams.

With a heart torn in pieces and a soul that screams in agony,
With an unknown longing hope filled with unspoken whispers within.
A poignant tale of love once ravaged.
Broken trust, fractured dreams...

She gazed into the vast space like she could really see the past.
Her face alive, filled with old hurts, and the pleasant memories,
Like a broken glass reflecting those yore days of both joy and challenges,
Which now holds wounds and scars from those past years.

The days of peace and solace left behind perhaps to be remembered only in dreams.
Yet within these scattered pieces, wounds and scars,
Lie the hidden beauty of glowing strength rekindling so bright and unyielding...

Because though we're hurt and scarred...
There still remains a piece of us.
Her resilient soul though weakened by pain and scars...
She may break and tears may spill...
But from these pieces, new chapters are born.

For within the depth of this shattered despair,
We find the need and strength,
To strive, to heal, and soon repair.
© hujjah