To that girl from the Cabaret,
The abuse and the trauma,
Every cracks and gaps,
No they doesnt make you worthless,
Every step you take forward,
Every time you sway your hips,
It shows groth and resilience,
Not just some hollowed pieces shards
For there's beauty in breaking,
Like an art, a kintsugi,
A gold in a broken vessel,
A beauty in imperfection,
Categories:
groth, anxiety, appreciation, beauty, poems,
Form: Free verse