I was told and reminded
That I wasn’t beautiful anymore,
For my flesh was weakened and tattered,
Unworthy of being loved
As once radiant,
I’ve become now a distant lore,
The gleam of beauty no longer mattered.
Time had etched its tale into my skin,
With each scar and bruise
The pain remains the same
A story untold
A life lived through thick and thin,
Sorrow and never ending betrayal
In a soul, with a body growing old
For within this fragile frame,
Lies a spirit bold and bright,
A heart that loves the same,
And eyes that still see light.
So though my flesh may be torn,
And my exterior shows wear,
I’m beautiful and reborn
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