Beauty Exists in the Broken Places

 

We think in absolutes,

we dream in shades of gray.

We seek answers in the darkness;

fear truth in the light of day.

We barter in comparisons,

and build identity in loss.

We see ourselves in the forgotten;

judgments of a different time.

 

We look past our gains and growth

to that face in mirrors past.

We carry the view of every crack,

every mistake upon our skin.

We tell ourselves we’re stuck

carrying the weight of our regret.

There’s gold in every piece;

Beauty exists in the broken places.



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