They say time heal all wounds And though that may be true For the majority of scenarios It’s not an irrefutable fact
For our childhood scratches May be a fleeting kind of pain Yet there are some scars that life Engraves deep within our soul
Like a bullet whose trajectory Missed my heart by a few inches But hit a far more damaging target My very last bit of innocence
Now, when I look into the mirror Every broken bone lost its meaning And the echoes of who I once was Are all that remains to be seen
This is a poem my friend Mariya wanted to have written, but couldn't do it 'cause she's too busy saving the world. Edit. Mariya was KIA in 04/04/25. She was a true hero and she won't be forgotten.