In the depths of a tender soul,

Lies an open wound, unhealed and whole.

A fragile ache, unseen by the eye,

Yet it echoes loudly, a silent cry.

It throbs with memories of days gone by,

A jagged scar, a tearful sigh.

Each passing moment, a bittersweet sting,

As the open wound yearns for healing.

But within the pain, there lies a grace,

A lesson learned, a sacred space.

For in vulnerability, strength is found,

As the open wound begins to rebound.

The journey is long, the path unclear,

Yet hope emerges, dispelling fear.

With time and love, the wound shall mend,

And in its healing, a new chapter begins.

So let us embrace, with gentle care,

The open wounds that we all bear.

For in our brokenness, we find release,

And through the healing, we find peace.