Hurt came like rain, cold and strong,
It tore me down, but made me long
For strength in scars, and peace in pain,
A harder heart
The cracks I wore became my light,
In darkness, I learned how to fight.
What broke me once, now builds me tall
From all the hurt, I rise, and stand
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silent screams
Poetrythe screams of the soul from someone who has suffered loss, pain, and heartbreak. everything we all want to say but never can. for all my wordsmiths, this one is for you. #1 in rhyme #5 in poetry #1 in poetry collection #2 poeticjustice
