I have my fair share of cracks and
scars.
I’ve been drowned, suffocated,
frozen beneath a lake.
I’ve been through fire and storms,
Shattered and torn.
Yet even with all the branding,
I’m still standing.
With careful ears,
I tune in to the surrounding
stories,
The whispered testimonies of
hidden strength.
Not fixing or playing pretend,
I present a gentle hand,
Assuring hope followed
Everywhere they went.
Together, we fuse our shattered
pieces,
The stains and the scars,
Molding stained glass, leaving long
legacies,
As we live together ‘till our natural end.
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