In the darkness of my weary soul,
I've grown tired of healing,
For the wounds that once bled,
Have left scars that won't stop revealing.

I've walked through fire and rain,
To mend what was broken within,
But the pieces, they still remain,
Like shards of glass, they pierce my skin.

The scars, they tell a story,
Of battles fought and lost,
Of love turned into memory,
Of dreams shattered at great cost.

The path to healing, it seems,
Is paved with thorns and strife,
Each step forward, a battle won,
Yet still, I long for a different life.

The world expects me to be strong,
To rise above the pain and sorrow,
But sometimes, I just want to belong,
To a place where healing can wait till tomorrow.

For the weight of healing is heavy,
And my heart is growing weary,
I yearn for a moment of respite,
To breathe, to rest, to be free.

But still, I must carry on,
With each scar etched upon my soul,
For healing is a lifelong journey,
That only time can truly console.

So, I'll embrace the tiredness,
And find solace in my weary bones,
For in this exhaustion, I find strength,
To continue healing, even when I feel alone.

And maybe one day, the wounds will fade,
And the scars will lose their hold,
But until then, I'll keep on healing,
With a spirit that remains uncontrolled.

© 𝓡.𝓕𝓮𝓻𝓷𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓼 𝓟𝓸𝓮𝓽𝓲𝓬 𝓢𝓸𝓾𝓵