Life can be a beautiful and tragic story…

Filled with adversity and untold glories.

Darkness and light, light and darkness,

Seen differently from the prism of sight.

My eyes once saw my scars as a fatal curse, a permanent reminder of melancholy.

For decades my own identity was overshadowed by replays of failures and folly.

But the scars I once wore in shame and scarlet letters…

I never knew I would one day cherish the damages and how they gave me shelter.

Life was never meant to be lived perfectly…

Once I let go, then my heart became free.

Posted by:Lauren Kim

🦋 I write my own stories, breathing in life & love by my heart's endless daydreams.

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