With each scar earned, their courage came alive,
A tribute to the strength deep inside.
In the midst of trials, they stood, unyielding,
To turn a blind eye, in shadows concealing.
Their spirit unbowed, their resolve held tight,
The world shifts, yet some refuse to heed,
Lost in fear, in illusions they feed.
In shadows they cower, from reality's call,
Avoiding truths, to illusions they fall.
But in facing the world, with eyes open wide,
Coldness thaws, in truth's warming tide.
Their journey marked by battles fought and won,
Their scars a sign of battles they've outrun.
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Bare one's soul
PoetryIn life's complex dance, desires often sway, Yearning for what eludes, a distant dream's display, Yet sometimes, what seeks you, in plain sight, may stay. Blinded by wants, we miss what's near, Obscured by aspirations, vision unclear, The essence of...
