On realnessA Poem by MollyA poem about being real, accepting scars and flaws, and being enough
In the stillness, we meet ourselves,
not the masks we’ve worn but the soul beneath. Silent stories speak of strength, gently showing the weight of our youth. The layers peel back, piece by piece, scars serve as shields, still soft underneath. We are not the sum of what we show, but the weight of wounds and whispers lived through. Each failure, each fight, leaves its mark, while our hearts still search for something true. In the quiet corners, truth doesn’t always rhyme, and we realize we’ve always been enough, too. To be real is to stand, steady yet scarred, to let the world witness every flaw. There’s beauty in the broken bits we bury, where shattered shards reveal who we are. In those cracks, courage quietly calls, and love rises, unafraid of scars, to soar. © 2024 MollyAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorMollyMillaa Millaa, Qld, AustraliaAboutNew poet trying to learn, need as much help as you're willing to give more..Writing
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