Old markers faded slowly
Pain carved hidden lines
A memory held its burden
A truth waited behind
Scars shimmered under moonlight
Patterns settled in their place
A map emerged from sorrow
A shape regained its grace
Eyes traced the woven silver
Heart recognized the art
A chart once born from hurting
Guided every part
Follow the shining pathways
Let history lose its traps
Healing leads explorers
Through light that turns wounds into maps