#HealedScars


I carry scars, but time has healed,
The pain once sharp, now softly sealed.
A gentle ache, a quiet place,
Where memories linger, where love finds grace.

For parents gone, whose hands once held
My every fear, where comfort dwelled,
I walk alone but feel them near,
In whispered winds, their voices clear.

Their love remains, though they are gone,
A warmth that fills me, lingering on.
And though the grief may rise and...