These wounds, once open and raw, now whisper faintly, etched in the very fabric of our being. They tell stories of emotions betrayed, promises shattered, and love abandoned. Each wound, a monument to the depth of connection once shared, now stands as a reminder of the pain inflicted—a pain that transcends mere physicality. These wounds, abandoned by the culprit who caused them, continue to echo the lingering ache of loss, a haunting melody of what once was. They carve their presence in the corridors of memory, holding fragments of emotions frozen in time, yearning for resolution, seeking closure in the labyrinth of the heart.
It is the unseen scars etched in silent despair; longing for solace, yearning for repair. Each scar a memoir, a story untold of love’s departure, of promises cold. The abandoned wounds are aching for closure, seeking a mending hand in the vast expanse where emotions expand.
Yet in abandonment, there's a whispered truth and it can harbor a sleuth. They teach resilience and they sing of grace in their healing journey, a sacred space.
