a soul that stood quiet

Every scar a visual representation of my soul that no longer speaks, Each mark a story etched in flesh, where pain and healing meets. From battles fought in shadows deep, to wounds that never heal, Each line a testament to the strength I thought I'd never feel. A tapestry of memories woven in shades of red, purple, and white Each scar a reminder of the words left unsaid. Through tears and triumphs, each mark tells a tale, Of resilience and courage, of hardships that prevail. But within these scars lies beauty, a story of rebirth, A symbol of endurance, of the treasures found in dearth. For every scar a sonnet, a verse in my life's song, A testament to the strength that within me, lies strong. let the scars bear witness to the battles I've endured, Each mark a silent poet, each line a cherished word. For in the tapestry of scars, my soul's true essence gleams, A testament to the resilience found within my dreams. //off the lining of my soul// -knox💐