Sculpted by Pain

In the shadows, where silence weeps. A heart once whole, now

fractured, it keeps. Each tear a story, each sigh a

song. In the depths of sorrow, where I feel I belong.

Pain, oh pain! You carve my soul. A sculptor's hand,

making me whole. With every bruise, a lesson learned. In the fire of anguish,

my spirit burns. Faces around me, some turn away.

While others whisper, "You'll be okay". But they don't see the battles I

fight. In quiet of darkness, I search for the light.