Beautiful Damage

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