Retu

In the quiet whispers of Retu's mind,

A realization gently unwinds.

Through trials faced and battles fought,

She learns the lessons life has taught.

In shadows deep and sunlight bright,

Her journey weaves a tapestry of light.

The stuff that burdens, heavy as a knell,

Transforms into stories only time can tell.

Through valleys low and mountains high,

Retu finds strength she didn't know was nigh.

The echoes of struggles, tales to retell,

Her narrative emerges, a resilient spell.

For every tear that glistens like morning dew,

Becomes a gem in the tales she'll strew.

The stuff that you go through, a well,

From which the fountains of wisdom swell.

In the quiet hours when the stars align,

Retu embraces scars that subtly shine.

The stories she carries, a testament to dwell,

That what she endures, in stories, will swell.