Scars That Sing
I’ve seen the storms, I’ve walked through fire, Lessons burned deep, yet built desire. No more harsh truths I need to keep, I only long for nights of peace. Give me evenings tender, sweet, and slow, A gentle laugh, a warming glow. Moments wrapped like wool on skin, Where love feels easy, soft within. Though pain has carved its mark in me, It shaped my strength, my empathy. I crave the days where hearts feel light, Where kindness blooms instead of fight. Some days I’m water—calm, at rest, Some days I’m lava—fierce, possessed. Both are real, both make me whole, Both are pieces of my soul. I’d rather be true to the precious few, Than drown in crowds who never knew. Not to be widely praised, but true, A safe place others can turn into. From the ruins I carried, my tenderness bloomed, A garden of mercy where harshness was doomed. Not hardened by trials, not broken by pain, But softened to love, again and again. So here is my offering—my soul, pure and bright, A lantern that glows in the dar...