O Scar of Deception, silent, deep, and true,
You mark the soul where trust was torn apart;
A wound once fresh, now tempered into hue,
A map of lessons etched upon the heart.
You whisper caution where the blind once leapt,
And teach the eyes to pierce beyond disguise;
Through pain endured, through nights of sorrow wept,
We learn to see with ever wiser eyes.
Yet though your line reminds of bitter cost,
It also speaks of strength that will not yield;
For every trust once lost is never lost
To courage tempered, tempered in the field.
O Scar of Deception, dark yet bright,
Remain as guide to navigate the night;
That from your sting, the soul may rise aware,
And walk the world with vigilance and care.
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