From shadows deep, I rose anew, A soul reborn, a heart made true. What fire took, I stitched with grace, And found new strength in every place. The wounds that bled, now gently close, Yet silent tales each scar bestows. They whisper of the nights I fought, And all the pain those battles wrought. Like phoenix flames that scorch and mend, I rose, as ashes turned to friend. The dawn met me with open arms, Yet shadows linger in my charms. Though healed in flesh, the scars remain, A tender mark of conquered pain. They grace my skin, a testament, To wars I fought and courage spent. For though I stride in morning's light, The memory lives of darkest night. A trace remains, forever sealed These stitched scars of a soul once healed. kirandeep passi | Quote by kirandeep passi

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