The Beacons In Your Scars

The Beacons In Your Scars

In the tapestry of time, your scars unfold,
Each line etched deep, stories untold.
They speak of battles fought, struggles endured,
Yet from their depths, a light secured.

Lighthouses upon a stormy shore,
Guiding lost souls to safe harbor’s door.
Each scar a beacon, shining bright,
A testament to resilience, to the fight.

For those who tread the path behind,
Your scars illuminate, a map defined.
They whisper tales of strength, of grace,
Of standing firm in life’s tempestuous embrace.

Though pain once etched upon your skin,
Now radiates hope, from deep within.
A testament, a story profound,
Of how scars become lighthouses, unbound.

So let them shimmer, let them glow,
Each scar a tale, a triumph to show.
For in their marks, the world can see,
The beauty in scars, the courage to be free.

Each mark a chapter, a journey told,
Of battles waged, of hearts grown bold.
Through shadows cast, and storms endured,
Your scars now shine, their light assured.

Embrace their presence, their guiding light,
For they are symbols, of your inner might.
A legacy of strength, through trials faced,
A beacon of hope, never to be erased.

In the tapestry of time, your scars are art,
A constellation of courage, a beating heart.
So let them tell their story, loud and clear,
Of resilience found, in moments of fear.

For though they speak of struggle’s weight,
They also sing of triumph, of fate.
Your scars, like lighthouses, proudly stand,
Guiding others to safe shores, hand in hand.