In the aftermath of tragedy's sting,
I found a truth that forever will ring.
In the wreckage of what once was fair,
I learned that beauty's not what I should care.
For in the brokenness, I came to see,
The value lies beyond what eyes decree.
In scars and flaws, a deeper decree,
Beauty resides, in resilience, in me.
No longer chained by society's gaze,
I embrace the essence of my own grace.
No need for comparison, no need to chase,
For gratitude's embrace, my soul does encase.
From tragedy's grip, a lesson profound,
Beauty's not in what's lost or found.
It's in the gratitude, in the love unbound,
For what I have, in me, is truly crowned.
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The Hidden Poetry Written
FantasyAnd all the poetries that were hidden in the depth of my heart are finally finding its way out
