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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Written: August 13, 2023 ______________________________________________________________ Don't whine as regards how badly you feel. It is solely your obligation to heal. The pain it causes is such a quiet dagger. A query is fair—we struggle and stagger. Who was that sick person—coarse? Who shouted torrents of anxiety and remorse? Their cries—a red hint among hidden persons. They serve individuals who adore worsens. Do not let your eyes sting with tears. Their whining is nothing but fear. They seek pleasure in misery. And to join them in their remissory. Did cries of sadness substitute for the truth? The melody of the wounded soul goes smooth. As the world turns a deaf ear to the silent plea, Pain, anguish, and scars so deep to foresee. Yet society chooses to ignore or dismiss But, dear wounded soul, do not despair. For within your pain lies a strength amiss. A resilience that can weather any dare A spirit that rises above the shadow Do not be silenced by the indifference below. Let your voice be heard as a symphony is played. A symphony of courage—perseverance, swayed Of the triumph that lies within your scars, For the melody of the wounded soul bears Is a song that resonates with hearts. Do not complain over your wounded parts But let it be a trinket of honor. A testament to your endurance upon her For the wound hurts only the suffering, And your complaint is incomplete—hovering. The Unheard Melody of the Wounded Soul, A symphony of strength and resilience under control A reminder that our pain is not in vain, Within depths of our wounds—we must sustain Do not let the world silence your voice. For it is through your pain that you find purpose. And in your struggle, you find your strength. The melody of the wounded soul length. Is it a symphony that echoes through time? A testament to the human spirit sublime
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