In shadows of memories, I tread,
Each step a silent ache, a thread
That binds me to the past's refrain,
Hurt echoing, haunting, once again.
A heart once healed, now torn anew,
Old wounds reopened, raw and true.
The sting of words, the touch of pain,
Familiar agony, like pouring rain.
Each scar a map of battles fought,
Yet here I stand, again distraught.
For time may pass, but some wounds remain,
And I find myself hurting all over again.
But in the depths of this despair,
I find a glimmer, a whisper, a prayer,
That amidst the darkness, a light may ascend,
Guiding me through this pain, to mend.
So I'll gather the pieces, broken and sore,
And find the strength to hurt no more.
For in the depths of agony's reign,
I'll rise above, and find peace again.
