Not petals soft, but scars that gleam,
A tapestry of battles won,
Not fragile glass, but tempered steel,
My heart, a journey's begun.
No porcelain doll, but weathered oak,
Roots deep, against the storm I stand,
No borrowed worth, but soul awoke,
A treasure held within my hand.
Flawed brushstrokes paint a vibrant hue,
Cracks of light ignite the shade,
No longer masked, I bloom anew,
In imperfections, beauty's made.
No symphony, but a discordant song,
My voice, though shaky, starts to rise,
No longer mute, I sing along,
In messy notes, my spirit flies.
Self-love, a journey, not a prize,
Embrace the dark, the scars, the light,
Unfurl your wings, and touch the skies,
You are enough, just shine your light.
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Bishnu Kumar
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Great poem! Wonderful work!