Sonnets Of Scars: Unveiling The Wounds Of Trust Poem by Lilith Van'Nightinveil

In echoes cast by pain's relentless touch,
A sonnet unfurls, revealing wounds so deep.
The heart, a canvas, scarred by times as such,
Each hurt a stroke, a story it shall keep.

Through trials faced, a trust begins to fray,
As shards of shattered faith pierce the soul.
A dance with shadows in the light of day,
Leaves footsteps marked, takes a heavy toll.

The once-open heart, now guarded, closed,
A fortress built with bricks of bitter loss.
In solitude, the wounded spirit dozes,
Seeking refuge from a world turned cross.

Yet, not being okay, a truth unspoken,
A silent plea within the sonnet's token.

As pain weaves tales of struggle and despair,
Trust, once freely given, now reserved.
A cautious dance with life, a wary air,
As wounded hearts in solitude are curved.

The scars, like verses etched in rhyme,
Speak volumes of a tumultuous time.
Through battles fought and tears that fell,
The soul emerges from its private hell.

Yet, in the shadows, trust takes its toll,
A price paid by hearts once uncontrolled.
No longer naive, the wounded mend,
Their trust, a precious gift to carefully send.

But not being okay, a burden carried,
A weight within the verses buried.
For strength is found in vulnerability,
A testament to life's raw reality.

In poetry spilled, the heart unfolds,
The pain that changes, the story it holds.
Yet, in the echoes of the sonnet's plea,
A glimmer of resilience, a spirit set free.