Beautiful Damage
Life’s best creation cannot be rivaled
That perfection
Alluring and dangerous
All in the same instant
That perfection
Is damaged people
You
Me
Even the ones placed on a pedestal before us
Expertly hiding their flaws
All of our beauty
Comes from our mistakes
We are survivors
Painting outside the lines
Or splattering the world like Jackson Pollock
Ignoring the expected paint by numbers
We tell ourselves we should follow
We endure
And in doing so we crack our porcelain lives
Some of our cracks our bigger
But those cracks are what define us
What shows us our strength
These cracks we cause
The struggles we suffer
This shows us we are alive
And not stuck in a mindless acceptance of fate
So rather than get bitter
We get better
Rather than fade
We fight
Our scars make us perfect
If there were no obstacles for us to overcome
No trials and tribulations
No burdens for us to individually carry
Life would be boring
And quite possibly pointless
So take a moment to grimace due to pain
Take a moment to feel picked on
Take a moment to wonder “Why me?” aloud
And then spend tomorrow, the day after and the day after
that
Showing the world what beautiful and perfectly damaged people
we are.
16 July 2017
Robert Lloyd