My mirror reflected a piece, scratched but alluring
It looked suffered but internally —curing
The scar seemed to be begging for love
It's eyes said,'I want to fly like dove'
My Glass showed me the dark reality
'Scars' wanting justice for faced cruelty
The world hated them, they need pity
Not one person but the entire city
It wasn't piece, It was me in the reflection
Do I accept them? Was actually my question!
A voice from my Shadow said ,'accept them- be dutiful'
Your Scars, You're star —and You're beautiful!
Author's note;
Inspired by the song 'Scars to your beautiful'
There's a hope that's waiting for you in the Dark!
You should know you're beautiful just the way you are!
You don't have to change a thing, The world could change it's heart!
About the Creator
Maryam Batool
Life already feels like 28!
I write what I believe in
Life's HARD, trust me! I'm already a little tired. But, I gotta live anyway!
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