No Wounds, Only Healing
Nothing but tender healing
No more deep wounds that leave me angry at the world, for life is something beautiful and enjoyable in every single way. I’ve learned to trade my heavy heart for wings of hope, to soar above the scars of yesterday’s battles. Time has woven its gentle tapestry, stitching together the fragments of my spirit with threads of resilience.
I’ve tasted the bitterness of sorrow, yet it has only amplified the sweetness of joy that dances upon my tongue. In the embrace of dawn’s first light, I find solace, a reminder that every sunrise is a chance to start anew, to paint the canvas of my existence with vibrant hues of laughter and love.
The echoes of pain have taught me to listen to the symphony of my own heartbeat. It’s a rhythm that sings of strength and courage, an anthem that reverberates through my veins, urging me to embrace the possibilities that lie before me.
With every step, I leave behind footprints of growth, marking the path I’ve walked from darkness to light. The world unfurls its wonders before me — the whispering leaves, the gentle caress of the breeze, the laughter of friends that warms my soul. These simple pleasures are the poetry of life, a melody that dances through my spirit and reminds me that beauty exists even in the most ordinary moments.
The scars I carry are not burdens, but badges of honor, each telling a story of survival, of transformation. And as I stand upon the precipice of the unknown, I am not afraid. For I have learned that the journey is as important as the destination, that the lessons learned in the valleys are just as precious as the triumphs on the mountaintops.
So I walk forward with open arms, embracing the symphony of life’s highs and lows. No longer shackled by the past, I step into the embrace of today, ready to let every experience, every emotion, every whisper of the wind shape me into the person I am meant to be.
No more deep wounds that leave me angry at the world, for life is something beautiful and enjoyable in every single way. And as I navigate its intricate tapestry, I am grateful for the threads of resilience that guide me, and the promise of tomorrow’s sunrise that beckons me forward.
