A/N: I was standing for seven hours today and my feet hurt :(
If you were standing in front of someone
Would you see the scars
Would you see the bags under their eyes from nights up way to late
Would you see the small little things that told you that they were broken
Imagine them as a porcelain doll
It would be easier to see the cracks in their mask then
Some would be fresh cracks,
But others would be filled with gold
Those filled with gold would be the ones that have been healed
It's true that your brokenness may always be a part of you
But the way I can see it
You can either look at every time something happened
Or you could look at each little golden line on your body
And think of how you overcame those trials
How you were strong enough to get through the hard times
YOU ARE READING
Year of 365
RandomA mess of short stories, poems, and whatever else I feel like writing. I will be continuing this for one year and in June 2022 I'll end it.
