In the quiet sanctuary of healing's grace,
A soul emerges from a darkened space.
Bearing scars, yet resilient and strong,
A journey unfolds, mending what went wrong.
Like a fragile bud, in dawn's soft glow,
The wounded heart starts to bloom and grow.
Piece by piece, mending the shattered parts,
A resilient spirit, healing from the heart.
In the hush of solitude, a safe cocoon,
A sanctuary where healing begins to swoon.
Each breath a whisper, a step toward light,
Breaking free from the shadows of the night.
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