With damage done by those we love
The wounds can often feel
Like they encompass all we are
Like nothing else is real
As time goes by we often try
To make like we are healed
But memories bring clarity
And hidden pain can be revealed
But know with patience, time, and hope
Deep wounds can turn to scars
And though they never go away
We know that they are ours
For in this life so hard at times
To own is to be free
And though our past can seem a trap
It does not have to be
Who we are and what we have felt
Always will remind us
Our pain is part of who we are
But it does not define us
Objects, and the Distance Between Them 
know with patience, time, and hope
Deep wounds can turn to scars
And though they never go away
We know that they are ours
💓 this is amazing
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Thank you very much, Adi.
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Beautifully said. The scars define who we are.
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Thank you, Sadje.
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It doesn’t the strength to come out through the pain as a survivor like the Phoenix from the ashes. Or my Personal favourite the Spider who Inspired Robert the Bruce in a difficult time.
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This is so true, Adnama. Sometimes, we just need to persevere, to continue despite odds. We can be as the phoenix and rise from the ashes… We can overcome the distance, we just cannot give up.
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We do. 🙂
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