In the soft light of morning,
a story unfolds,
etched in the quiet of skin,
whispers of battles fought,
bravery clad in fragile frames.

Healed scars,
not just marks but maps,
tracing paths through landscapes
of laughter and pain,
each one a chapter,
every line a lesson learned.

The heart remembers,
still beats with courage,
the rhythm of resilience humming
through the threads of time.
They shimmer under the sun,
each a constellation,
a...