In the depths of our being, wounds lie unseen,
Unnoticed, like a paper cut so serene.
But fate has a way of revealing our pain,
With moments that bring us back to that stain.
Hand sanitizer's touch, a sudden sting,
Awakening the hurt that lay dormant within.
A reminder that healing is a gradual quest,
Sometimes disguised until put to the test.
Unaware, we go on, carrying the load,
Unseen scars hiding in the stories untold.
Yet life, in its wisdom, unveils the truth,
Forcing us to confront our neglected youth.
Through unexpected triggers, pain takes flight,
Bringing forth emotions, a beacon of light.
For in the depths of healing, we must delve,
To mend the wounds we never knew to shelve.
It may hurt, it may sting, like sanitizer's touch,
But in that awareness, we find strength as such.
To face the hidden parts, to heal and restore,
Unveiling the layers that were ignored before.
So embrace the moments that make you aware,
Of the wounds still lingering, waiting to repair.
For healing is a journey, a constant unfold,
And with each revelation, we become more bold.
-ksscar7