Marks of Resilience

Day three of the bruise, an artist's rough brush,

a vivid reminder in the midst of the hush.

This blue whispers stories of falls and of fights,

shadows of struggle cast into light.

It aches like a memory, tender yet proud,

a testament etched, not lost in the crowd.

Each color a chapter, a map of my fight,

reminding me softly of pain, but of light.