battle scars.
we all have them
in some way, shape or form.
lining our skin.
upon our heart.
covering our soul.
this does not mean
the whole world
is full of darkness.
this does not mean
you will forever be consumed
by this sadness.
darling,
it takes a certain
kind of strength
to see beauty
through a broken lens.
and you always
see the world
in colour.
YOU ARE READING
calm as chaos, clear as smoke ✓
Poetry❝𝘸𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘳 𝘪𝘯 𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘦, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯.❞ a collection of poetry. title insp: bad luck by former vandal.
