Poem : Beautiful Scars

Beautiful Scars 🌙✨

Life is pain — not a bed of roses,

Storms come early, joy decomposes.

There lived a girl with a gentle face,

Smiling softly, full of grace.

But fate struck hard, love came like a flame,

Then vanished quick — leaving only pain.

Her heart was broken, mind in fight,

Darkness loomed both day and night.

Girls don’t always share what’s inside,

So she hid her tears, she learned to hide.

Society whispered, “She’s strange… insane…”

Yet no one saw her silent pain.

A heart made for love, now tasted hate,

Yet still she moved, though burdened by fate.

Quiet she became, still like stone,

Facing battles, all alone.

They called her “mature,” but they didn’t see,

The storms she weathered silently.

Through sleepless nights and endless cries,

She rose again, strong and wise.

A powerful woman, her own path she made,

Through struggle, sweat, and nights that frayed.

Society now praises her aura, her might,

But only sees her wealth, not her fight.

“Sigma,” they call her — bold and bright,

But she knows the truth deep in her sight:

Respect is earned, nothing more,

She stands tall, scars at the core. 💖✨🔥

Strength is born in silent pain,

And storms will pass like summer rain.

The girl who broke has learned to stand —

A warrior shaped by her own hands. 💫🌸