In the broken depths of night,
Where shadows dance and fears take flight,
There lies a journey, unseen, untold,
Of wounds that bleed and hearts grown cold.
Through valleys dark, and mountains steep,
I travel on, though shadows creep,
Each step a battle, each breath a sigh,
As I search for light in the endless sky.
But from the darkness, a whisper grows,
A voice of hope, a petal that shows,
That wounds can heal, and scars can fade,
In the embrace of a love unswayed.
So let me rise, like the morning sun,
A new day dawning, my heart undone,
From wounds to scars, I find my way,
In the beauty of a brand new day.
In the tapestry of life, scars are but a thread,
Each mark a story, in my heart, it’s said.
They weave a tale of battles fought and won,
Of strength uncovered, beneath the setting sun.
Each scar a memory, etched in skin so deep,
A whispered secret, that my souls will keep.
They tell of trials faced with courage and might,
A symphony of survival, bathed in light.
So let me wear my scars like badges of pride,
Embracing the journey, where I’ve stumbled and cried.
For in the depths of pain, beauty still lies,
In the scars that tell my stories, under endless skies.
Levi Sap Nei Thang