BURNS AND BEAUTIFUL
BEAUTIFUL SCARS!
Cracked! This mirror is useless to me Cause I can't see myself at all, clearly I see a broken, shattered version of me Bits and pieces, never complete.
Cracked! This mirror is useless to me. Flat! This make-up is useless to me The mascara makes a masquerade of me The foundation, a promotion of notions I still don't believe Buried under heavy cosmetic artistry, it alters how I look, but not how I feel Flat! This make-up is useless to me. Grand!
That adjective use to be me My face, my skin, my body was the wealth of me My worth, I measured by only what could be seen Now it's gone, and all of a sudden I feel unseen I'm invisible to the world, but even I can't see me Grand!
That adjective use to be me Burned! Is all that could be said of me "Fire purifies gold", or so I was told, yet look at me Charred, and scarred, with very little left of me The Me that once was, engulfed, incinerated, evaporated completely I can't even remember what I feels to hear flattery Burned! Is all that could be said of me But! Is that really all there is to me?
Am I not more than what the eyes can see?
Does our eye capture all of our reality?
What if I open up myself and allow for others possibilities?
A part may be "gone", my face, my skin, my body But! Is that really all there is to me?
Unburned!
I believe more could be said of me Fire does purify gold, part of me is the process and I am better for it Though charred and scarred, there is so much to me The Me that once was, went through the flames, and is stronger within My very existence, the very fact that I'm here, is the zenith of flattery
Unburned!
More is said of me Grandeur!
The noun that I use for me My mind, my virtue, my scars are the wealth of me My worth is measured by the me that is unseen I've been here all along, close your eyes and you will see Very much visible,
I now am, even if just to me Grandeur!
The noun that now defines me Glam!
I don't put make-up on me I'm not my face or my skin, my body isn't me Now that is notion that I do believe My wounds and scars are the artistry I need I am a colorful sculpture, carrying proof of my history Glam!
I am the make-up I need Uncracked! I now see myself clearly My mirror is me,
I am the reflection I want to be I see, a stronger, survivor version of me My bits and pieces are what make me complete The rest of the world can choose to be too blind to see Uncracked! I now see myself clearly.
credit: RahabKhein.
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