— A Poem About Strength in Scars
I am broken, but not undone,
My pieces shimmer in the sun.
Each crack a story, each scar a song,
Proof that I’ve been brave this long.
From shattered pain, new light has spoken —
I am not weak, just beautifully broken.
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