Poem: Healing The Wounds No One Could See

Healing the wounds no one could see,
Beneath the skin, where none are free.
Silent scars that whisper loud,
Invisible pain that shrouds the proud.

I carry them, though none would know,
The heavy weight, the silent woe.
No bandage, no balm, no soothing sound,
Just echoes of a battle, profound.

But in the quiet, I begin to mend,
Each breath a prayer, each tear a friend.
I gather the pieces, small and slight,
And turn the dark into soft light.

With every step, I let it go,
The hurt, the weight, the endless woe.
I stitch the silence with gentle care,
A tender hope, a strength to share.

The wounds that no one else could see,
They fade, they soften, they set me free.
For healing comes not in the loud,
But in the quiet, where peace is found.

Thank-you for reading.

Much Love and Light,

Brenda Marie