Those wounds tearing the layers of feels,

Sucking the will to trust again so bad….

Taken a permanent place in this heart….

Unaware of the blows of life ahead, then,

Even today nothing much has changed….

The wounds pain, but they don’t bleed,

Brimming with anguish, the life just can’t stop….

Lifting the spirit bit by bit,

The hobbies are trying their best…

With a mind full of disturbing thoughts of the past,

Something in her still reckons on strength….