They say it's beautiful.
Flawless.
They say it stirred something
deep.
Moved them.
Changed them.
But I’ve seen that shape
before.
I’ve watched it rise
without breath.
No heartbeat.
No hesitation.
Just polished silence
masquerading as soul.
Sculpted lines.
Surgical grace.
No bruise.
No break.
No story.
It stands—
perfect.
Always perfect.
Untouched
by chaos,
untouched
by life.
And that...
that’s the tragedy.
Too perfect.
Too smooth for struggle.
Too silent for sorrow.
Too still
to ever have danced
with doubt.
No trembling hands
patching holes in the dark.
No cracked voice
that still sang.
No wreckage
rebuilt.
No fire survived.
Not like me.
Not like you.
We’re the ones
with uneven edges,
with scars that whisper
of nights we nearly gave up—
but didn’t.
We broke,
and bled,
and got back up.
We failed forward,
we stumbled true.
And in every crack,
a constellation.
In every wound,
a reason.
That’s beauty.
Not perfection—
but proof
that we were here.
That we tried.
That we felt.
And that somehow,
we’re still
becoming.
About the Creator
Umar Amin
We sharing our knowledge to you.
The steps to losing a child
Step One: Lose a child. Not what anyone wants to happen and nothing you can do to change it, but you can go through steps to becoming happy again. You can go through steps to loving again. You can go through steps to become a new you because after losing a child you will never be the same person you once were.
By Tabitha Hinkley4 days ago in Fiction
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