Beauty

Being broken and flawed is something beautiful, something greater than we could ever dream.

There is an inherent beauty,

In what we call being flawed.

Where imperfection takes the mask,

And throws it away, revealing all.

Where once revealed in truth,

And it's actuality displayed to all,

The very imperfection we feared,

Creates a beauty we know not what to call

The person that has been shattered,

To pieces and beyond all repair,

Has a capability to still perform,

And that a use is still there

Brokenness in and of itself is a virtue,

Most doubt this aspect, counting it a vice,

But miss the actual meaning in being broken,

So this may come as a glaring surprise

Brokenness sets us equal to one another,

Whilst setting us apart, different in our style.

It makes you something greater than yourself,

This alone gives a enough reason to smile.

Even further, this state of shattered we earned,

Gives us strength, a certain state of being,

All the while making us weaker all the while.

This opposition makes us greater than we could ever dream

There's inherent beauty in being flawed.

Being broken isn't something for us to shy away,

To take a step back and conceal from the start.

It is a glorious badge of courage to be brandished,

And proudly worn and displayed across our hearts

Being broken means you have seen struggle,

That you know hardship in all its power.

This struggle means you have experience,

And experience means so much more

Don't cry because you're broken,

Don't cry because you're flawed,

Because you feel without a place,

Left out alone to die by all.

There's a place for everything.

Being broken scars us, gives us a jagged edge.

But THAT edge fits somewhere perfectly,

It fits somewhere beautifully.

There's an artform that takes fragment,

Pieces them together to create something new,

The outcome is of such beauty,

That words hardly know what to do.

We are this artwork, this masterpiece.

We are these shattered pieces put back together,

To resemble something greater, stronger,

And more beautiful than ever seen before

It shows something of us,

That the chaos and darkness we saw,

Did not define us indefinitely,

But let us shine through our flaw

It shows us we are beauty's very definition,

Even though our jagged edges are ugly,

We appear beautifully made and perfect,

Amongst the surrounding brokenness.

There's beauty in being broken.

You are beautiful for being broken.