In the quiet chambers where memories dwell,
Hurt resides, a story only time can tell.
Silent echoes of a pain that lingers,
In the tapestry of time, where hurt still lingers.
A canvas painted with shades of sorrow,
Each brushstroke etching a bleak tomorrow.
Yet, within the fractures, strength takes root,
A resilient spirit, an unwavering pursuit.
Scars are verses, a silent poetry,
Whispers of battles fought, a symphony.
In the heart\'s gallery, hurt may start,
But it crafts a masterpiece, a resilient heart.