If You Could See My Heart
If you could see my heart,
you would not only see the scars,
you would see the courage stitched into them.
You would see a girl who walks through storms,
yet still dares to smile at the rainbow.
You would see hands that have known emptiness,
yet never stopped reaching for light.
You would see a soul that bends,
but does not break
a soul that carries the weight of many,
yet still dreams of giving more.
Mercy
your name is not just a word,
it is a living poem,
a river of grace,
a flame that refuses to be swallowed by darkness.
If words fail,
let this truth remain:
you are more than enough,
and the world is softer, brighter,
because you are here.
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