the breaking
stars
your skin without scars is like the sky without stars
so unblemished and unmarred
so plain and uniform
how different you’d be if you didn’t have those cuts on your wrists and ankles and thighs
but darling, those scars are your beauty
a reminder of your strength
sweetheart, your past is carved on your skin
impossible to forget
but maybe you shouldn’t.
all those cuts “blemishing” your once-smooth layer
are your war scars
and they’re there for a reason.
you took that knife to your flesh
in the hole of grief
unable to claw yourself out
to see the stars
you were trapped in the dark
but try to remember
that your skin without your scars would be a sky without it’s stars.
so plain and “clean”
but my love, you are such a beauty
the cuts you sport are the cries that say,
“i am enough.”
for you are enough, my little lion
and this world would be so cold without you
what a desolate and barren place
lacking your sunshine and warmth
you are a survivor, my dear, and you could light up a city after dark with that smile
you deserve a future, my little wolf
and you deserve to feel okay
so fight for yourself
and for that light at the end of the tunnel
at the top of that pit
and remember
the stars are there
there to guide and comfort you
the sky loves its stars
the reminders of its past
and so you should, too.
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