Stay gentle, when she shows you her scars.
Stay humble, when she tells of her pain.
To so openly take apart one's armour.
Is a much greater display of courage.
Than assembling it in the first place.
For not one of us here is truly perfect.
Not a soul alive has all of the answers.
Through troubled times, we must now press onward.
Manifesting a feeling of utter freedom, of self discovery.
That in the end, will light our troubled pathways.
Leading us then toward a world of blissful happiness.
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365 Days of Poetry (Part Four)
PoetryPart four of my '365 Days of Poetry' challenge, 2020~