In dark places where secrets stay,
a stronghold made with strong hands' way,
still inside, a gentle light remains,
a movement of hurt where quiet reigns.
With marks like stars on the skin,
each injury a soft sound of what's within.
for strength is merely a cautious show,
while openness is the hidden flow.
To move through this delicate space,
a hardened exterior cloaks love's trace.
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A beautiful poem with a meaningful message. Well crafted.