Reflections rumble within
Unlike the one that stands still
In front of me,
Still soul searching silently
What it means to be truly free
The broken stories,
The scars speak
Bear some semblance
To the beautiful imperfections
Echoing inside,
Faint furrows of madness
When not a shred of cloth
Covers the skin
It is only then,
One can truly realize
That there is more to a person
Than the elegant dance of glitter
Upon the dark tresses
Gliding down with utter perfection
When not a shred of cloth
Covers the skin
It is only then,
The naked emotions pour out
Sheathed in vulnerability
And one can't possibly escape
From the powerful jaws
of imperfections
YOU ARE READING
A Part Of Me
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