Art

I think our beauty is in being broken
In being hurt but still going on;
To live without something we once thought we couldn't live without,
To triumph in being enough even without being 'everything'
To accept not being enough for certain people,
To regret not trying harder for others..
Our personal wear and tear,
We grew coz we had no other choice.
No way out, but further within ourselves.
Solitary discussions
🚷Self under construction 🚷
Sewing and mending
Sawing and hammering
Until everything fits into place
Molding an image that we can finally call ours;
An image with all our scars,
Coz that's really who we are, isn't it?
Our mistakes, our lessons learned.
Our curses and blessings that sometimes happen to be the same things.
The friends that turned into family,
The promises we managed to keep;
All molded into one frame,
One beautifully imperfect frame.
A frame that will never stop changing.
The only art we influence,
The only art we become.