The scars that shape me
I'm made of pain, the broken pieces of me
Precept by precept my torn flesh packed up
Each scar an image of pain and brokenness
But in them was my strength built
I am no longer who I was
My scars have shaped me
Each story of my vanities now flows in my skin
I am wiser, I am stronger, I am bolder
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Betrayal a torn in the flesh
Before my very eyes I was stabbed at the back
By a friend I have loved the most
Beyond the wound, who held the knife hurt the more
Every scar, a testament of my pain
Every stitch, a reminder of betrayal
But they are the scars that shaped me
The reason behind my new identity
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You have turned the cruelest betrayal into your greatest strength. It is moving to see how, even though the wound inflicted by a friend hurts more than the knife itself, you used that pain to rebuild yourself. Your scars are not just marks of suffering, but medals of hard-earned wisdom.
P.S. I'm sorry that I have a friend who downvotes everything I comment on. Blessings to him.
You're right. While others let their scars inflict pain others build from it.
And thank you for stopping by