Tangled and torn, thorn to thorn
A beautiful mess resides within
Perfection is in the perspective
Flaws make us who we are
Rhythm in the idiosyncrasies
Strides to bettering oneself
Crackled and worn, thorn to thorn
A beautiful mess resides within
Brokenness via rose colored glasses
Never given more than onecan handle, breathe through
distress and calm your nerves,
tackling doubt with force you
never knew you had, bending
but not breaking, cracking
never shattering.
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