Scars on my heart

Scars on my heart, etched deep and wide, A map of battles fought and tears cried. Each line and mark, a memory held tight, Reminders of love's passionate plight. Some scars are old, faded with time, Whispers of summers once deemed sublime. But still, they linger, their presence profound, Like echoes of laughter, a gentle sound. Yet some scars are fresh, still raw and sore, Remnants of wounds that cut to the core. They tell stories of loss, of shattered dreams, Of promises broken, bursting at the seams. Scars on my heart, visible to none, Invisible tattoos, carved one by one. They speak of resilience, a spirit unyielding, Of healing and growth, through love's unceasing. For each scar, a lesson I gain, Strength from the trials that caused me pain. They serve as reminders, etched in my soul, From the darkest moments, I can rise whole. So fear not the scars that mark your heart, For they're not flaws, but badges of art. Each scar tells a story, unique to our existence, A testament of love, and its profound persistence.