In the shadows where anguish graced,
I found myself in a fragmented space.
This wounded heart, aching and scarred,
A testament to battles endured so hard.

But hear me now, for I shall not deceive,
I've not emerged unscathed, I do believe.
I bear the marks that time etched on my soul,
Yet I'm learning, gradually, to be whole.

For to deny the pain, the hurt and despair,
Would tarnish the essence of who I share.
To mask the inflictions, they would control,
Would mean that the damage defines my role.

But I refuse to let those wounds define,
The symphony of life, both yours and mine.
For the beauty lies in how we carry on,
With lessons learned and resilience drawn.

So, dear friend, please understand my plight,
Don't assume I pass unharmed through this fight.
But see the strength that blooms amidst the pain,
And know that I'll never be solely in disdain.

Brick by brick, I rebuild what was broken,
A mosaic of fractures once left unspoken.
I embrace the flaws, the cracks and the strain,
For they mold me into a masterpiece's frame.

In this journey of healing, I've come to find,
That these scars are not what define my mind.
They're part of me, an intricate design,
A testament to resilience underlined.

So, I implore you, look beyond the pain,
See the growth and the wisdom I have gained.
For in embracing my damage, my true worth I see,
And the damage I carry is not all that I'll be.
© cynfully