Her Pain, My Scar

In the quiet moments, I feel her whispers. 

They remind me of her sadness. 

Each sigh connects to my own feelings. 

I carry her pain. 

It feels light but heavy at the same time. 

It wraps around me like morning fog. 

Each tear she sheds feels like rain. 

These tears leave scars on me that I never asked for.

In joyful times, I see her heartache. 

It creates a map of our shared moments. 

Each moment is deep and tells a story. 

This story is about love, loss, and the beauty in sad endings.

I walk with her in my dreams. 

We move through places filled with hurt. 

Each step shows me that pain can change. 

It can grow and mix with hope. 

Together, they create a tapestry of strength. 

My scars become signs of courage. 

They show that we share a strong bond. 

Together, we rise. 

Her pain becomes part of who I am. 

It reminds me that even in dark times, light can shine through. 

We learn to breathe, to heal, and to share our stories.