ᴘᴀɢᴇꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ: ᴘᴏᴇᴛɪᴄ ᴄʜʀᴏɴɪᴄʟᴇꜱ

ɪɪ. ᴏᴘᴇɴ ᴡᴏᴜɴᴅ

There is this lingering pain that resides,

I think it's because of the open wound it hides.

In this crimson-flowing river of sadness,

Lies something that could be mistaken for madness.

Every scar tells a tale of battles fought,

But what of the wounds unseen and never sought?

What of the open wounds that were never treated?

All because they were always defeated.

Sometimes I feel, somewhere something is finding its ground,

I hope it's resilience waiting to be found.

With each passing day, this feeling grows stronger.

It's like a light guiding a wounded soul without letting it wander.

In this journey of healing the unknown,

The open wound is becoming known.

For the raw,unseen wounds that too need attention,

To find solace and ease the soul's tension.

And as the crimson flowing river starts to subside,

Replaced by a gentler flow, a hopeful tide.

Now that the open wound has finally healed,

Let us start a new journey that'll slowly be revealed.

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-ida