story

Their story.

It begins with dark. Its them, who lives by the shadows.

Its them, uncertainty follows them. Perhaps insecurities are friends of them.

Its them, relieved for all the burdens that has changed into their scars, their prides. They have won their battle.

Their story.

Their voices, unheard, perhaps silent, still drifts away. Their anguished heart beholds the clarity, for change, for victory.

Their story.

Depth of guilt, blamed to unknown. Them, crushed yet filled with burning fire to purpose.

Its them, every flaws flows through their veins. And their heart dances with the beats.

When it ends , their story, Inner demons begin to fill every thing, every space.

Its them, internally healed, flowing with faith.

Story that ends, unfinished, untouched Perhaps unexplored.