Scars

Your wrists, cut, bled and healed.
Your heart, broken, mended.

The torture, painfully real, you defied.
The pain, seared, burned and died.

Hell, endured, survived, defeated.
Its thirst, with tears, you quelled.

Fears, you fought and allayed.
Darkness, you chased, and dispelled.

Scars, they remain.
Memories, they stay.

Wisdom, with experience.
Continued existence, with strength and fortitude.

May they be, may they stay, may they grow with each passing day.
May peace be yours, may your heart be light.
May each day be conquered, with womanly might.

On a Woman's Endurance.

Dedicated to M. D'Souza

Only the greatest respect Ma'am...