The bits of you that are broken,
The bits of you that are damaged,
do not see them that way.
Instead see them as slowly being filled with beautiful experiences and truths
you have learned from damage,
the equivalent of lacquered gold.
I want you to remember that you're not a broken thing,
Instead you are a human full of incredible and wonderful experience,
made of the same things swords and diamonds are made of.
You are a survivor, my darling, and
I salute you for everything you have been through,
and for making people so proud,
so very proud of what you have become.
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Words Unspoken
PoetryThere is a community of the spirit. Join it, and feel the delight of walking in the noisy street, and being the noise. Drink all your passion, and be a disgrace. Close both eyes to see with the other eye. Open your hands, if you want to be...
