Broken people are not beautiful.
The beautiful are the damaged,
the damaged who have learned to love.
The beautiful ones are those
who have fixed themselves.
The beautiful ones are scarred,
with scars to show,
but who know they do not need
any more.
The beautiful were once damaged.
The beautiful ones have learned to love
and trust
and open
their hearts.
The beautiful, are the ones who have found beauty
amongst the wreckage.
Beautiful were the once broken.
Beautiful, because they stood
afloat
amidst the current.
Beautiful, for they did not
succumb
to pain.
Beautiful, for they are
and have found refuge.
Beautiful, for they have found
beauty
in what is not beautiful.
Beautiful for they have learned to love life and those
that cannot be loved.
