Beautifully Bruised

You beautiful broken thing,
Nothing in life remains unscarred,
Proof of existence, proof of life,
You are beautiful, broken, bent and berated,
You’ve fallen down so many times its amazing your feet still hold you up.
That’s the beauty of it all,
As broken and hurt, mangled and torn,
You rise,
Again and again and again,
Until the day comes when you fall,
And you realize it’s only a few inches from where you were standing,
Rise again and again,
You stand taller, rise from your falls,
Because you are a beautiful broken thing.

25 thoughts on “Beautifully Bruised

  1. Spiral Artist says:

    Only a few inches but those few inches are worth every single bastard agony suffered for them. Worth their weight in pain.

    This one startled me, in that it started out as an ode to the beauty in being broken but then transformed (and quite suddenly too) into something quite different and something quite powerful. Love it!

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