Wounds run deep, like nails in wood,
Scars that remain, where pain once stood.
Drowning in oceans of sorrow's tide,
Her heart ached, wounded deep inside.
Numbness embraced her, tired and worn,
Left alone, forsaken and torn.
Yet through the darkness, a strength resides,
Healing begins where pain collides.
In time, wounds may fade, scars may heal,
The heart's resilience, emotions concealed.
A journey from agony to a brighter day,
From wounded soul to find a way.
-Snowflake-
