Etchings of My Soul
Each day leaves a mark.
Some etched in joy, others carved by sorrow.
But all — every line, every shadow — belongs to the story unfolding within.
Not erased, not hidden.
Just held, honored, and offered.
The soul does not forget.
It sketches the truth in quiet strokes and waits for the light to reveal what has always been there.
freedup7 
Title makes me curious about the story you’d tell about your life.
Morning! My initial reaction to your response was a big smile! Then I thought, maybe I’ll share it someday. But I would need to write a book to tell that story.