The storms have passed, their fury spent and gone,
The heart, once bruised, now beats with steady grace;
What seemed a chain is light beneath the dawn,
And weary eyes can meet the world's embrace.
Each scar a mark of battles fought within,
Each loss a teacher in the quiet night;
Acceptance blooms where all resistance thinned,
And brings the soul at last to gentle light.
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