I am not flawless,
But in my cracks lies my story.
Every scar, a page,
Every wound, a chapter.
I am stitched together with pain,
Yet I stand,
And there is beauty in that.

My heart bears marks of battles lost—
Times I gave too much,
Times I held too little.
But each scar is proof
That I dared to love,
That I dared to feel,
Even when the world tried to harden me.

There’s a tenderness in my broken edges,
A softness in my sharp lines.
These flaws are not my weakness—
They are my humanity.
They whisper, “You’ve survived,”
And in their quiet voice lies my strength.

I’ve been...