They gather fragments from their fall,
The quiet echoes of it all,
What once was sharp, what once would sting,
They turn into a gentler thing!
Each scar they wear, a story grown,
From seeds of pain once deeply sown,
The darker days they wandered through,
Now shape the light they slowly knew!
Where others see the end, the cost,
They build from everything once lost,
In every wound, a hidden art —
A quiet strength within their heart!
The Queen Of Poetry 
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