I know not the atrocities
Stored in your mind—
The gift life left inside.
But believe my words,
For it is truth:
It will heal.
The cuts left on you,
The bruises from man.
And in its wake—
Strength.
From its scabs—
Growth.
Jun 14, 2025
Jun 14, 2025 at 7:53 AM UTC
I know not the atrocities
Stored in your mind—
The gift life left inside.
But believe my words,
For it is truth:
It will heal.
The cuts left on you,
The bruises from man.
And in its wake—
Strength.
From its scabs—
Growth.