A pain that lingers, a wound that won't heal,
A constant reminder of what once was real.
Though time may pass, and memories may fade,
The ache within remains, an unending shade.

The heart, once full of love and light,
Now heavy with sorrow, weighed down by endless night.
The mind, once clear, now clouded and gray,
As the world's cruel hand has shaped and molded away.

The spirit, once free, now bound by chains,
As the wounds of the past refuse to heal and remain.
The pain may ebb and flow, but it will never cease,
A constant companion, an unrelenting tease.

But even in the midst of such profound pain,
A glimmer of hope, a beacon to guide and repair.
For though the soul may be wounded, it is not lost,
For in the depths of sorrow, there lies a strength to be found.

So let us embrace the pain that will never go away,
And let the healing power of love begin to stay.
For though the scars may remain, they will not define,
As the soul, once wounded, now rises, renewed and divine.
© 𝑠ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑛𝑜𝑛𝑓𝑎𝑣𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑒𝑑 2024.
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