Found
Our lives are like a beautiful cloak
richly embroidered with gold thread and jewels
Unique in it's texture and presence
twirling around sending reflections of glory to all we know
Aren't we magnificent and grand
Along comes a hurt and then another and then another
they land and splash like mud
until all the beauties of our lives
are covered up with pain
and we don't like ourselves anymore
We should know we are still beautiful beings
even though we are hurting
healing is like washing the mud away
revealing our original magnificence
that never changed
just our perception did
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