In life we’re told
Things will always get better
With time but that isn’t always true.
Life comes with
A lot of hardships and struggles
We’re not ready to face –
But have to
Because it’s staring right in front of us.
We don’t get a choice
When someone is born
Into this world
Or taken away
It’s just apart of life.
A cycle really,
As one persons sole moves on
Another takes it’s place.
But in these times of struggles
We break under pressure
And we shatter into millions of piece
Under it’s looming stare,
Waiting to be put back together.
Some say that these hardships
Are what shape a person
Because no matter how much
You try to fix everything
There are still scars that will haunt you.
We’ll never get rid of them,
But with each scar,
Our flaws and failures,
Is a different kind of beauty.
The beauty of brokenness.
