Wounds Heal, Scars Fade!

In shadowed corners, memories cling,

Whispers of hurt, a tethered string.

But time, a sculptor, smooths the scars,

And mends the wounds with passing stars.

Hold fast to lessons learned, that's true,

But shed the weight of what you've been through.

The past's a burden, heavy and vast,

Release its grip, and free yourself at last.

Like leaves that fall, then gently sway,

Let bygone days drift on their way.

Wounds heal, though whispers may remain,

Scars fade, a testament to weathered pain.

So open arms to what's yet to be,

Embrace the dawn, and set your spirit free.

For in the present, hope takes flight,

And futures bloom in golden light.