*THE SHADOWS OF MY PAST* 

A reflection reveals what the front does not—a back marred by deep, jagged scars. Marks that told a story of struggle, survival, and transformation. Each scar, a testament to battles fought, both seen and unseen, and victories that came at a cost.
Memories flooded my mind—moments of pain and moments of triumph, each one etched into my skin like a roadmap of my journey. These were not just physical scars; they were symbols of the inner strength I have forged over the years. Reminders of times of brokenness - yet, resurrection to being stronger and more resilient than ever before.
The mirror, usually a tool of vanity, became a portal into my soul. I saw the man I used to be—a man who once feared the unknown, bearing the weight of my past on my shoulders. 
Now, I am different. The scars no longer defined me; they empower me. They are the proof of my evolution, the evidence of a man who had not only survived but thrived.
The scars, though unseen by the world, would forever rem…