It's Hurts

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.