Everything is fixed, my path is clear, Yet echoes of the past still ring in my ear. I’ve laid down the weight, I’ve chosen to live, But remembering pain doesn’t mean I didn’t forgive. It’s just that scars still whisper, not to haunt but to teach, That growth has a cost, and healing has reach. I don’t dwell, I evolve, I don’t hate, I release, And in holding the memory, I still find my peace.