your wounds poem

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your wounds poem

My wounds run deep, Etched upon my soul. They are the scars that keep, My brokenness whole.

Some wounds are old, And some are still raw. Some have never been told, Lurking in shadows I saw.

The wounds of my past, Are a map of my pain. Each one was cast, In moments I can’t explain.

Some wounds will heal, And some will remain. But in my heart I feel, The strength to sustain.

For every wound I bear, Is a story to tell. A reminder that I dare, To rise from the hell.

My wounds are a part, Of who I am today. A reflection of my heart, And the battles I’ve fought on the way.

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