A Heart That Heals

In the quiet hours of the night, I hold my heart, both bruised and bright, With every beat, a tale it tells, Of how it’s learned to heal itself. I’ve weathered storms and walked through fire, But in the ashes, I found desire, A burning wish to rise anew, To love myself in all I do. With every tear, a seed is sown, In the garden of the soul, I’ve grown, A place where love blooms wild and free, Where I’m the first to care for me. So here’s to the heart that bravely feels, To the love within that slowly heals, For in this journey, scarred but true, I’ve found the strength to start anew.