Assent
What a beautiful way through which I've found my imperfections perfect.
When realization hit like an avalanche, that comparison is simply a waste of time - their lives are theirs , and mine is mine. Neither could be combined or defined.
The lines that have begun to refine rivers on my skin have become my cracks of artistry.
The hair that falls when I brush my mane at night, are counted by the Divine.
The unevenness of my frame has been embraced by an emboldened soul. A will that rests in acceptance.
Unconditional.
And this very morning, taught me, that surrendered renewal provides refreshment, and thus leads to restoration.
What a beautiful way
What a beautiful May.
(c)
Photo Credits: Rukshan David
When realization hit like an avalanche, that comparison is simply a waste of time - their lives are theirs , and mine is mine. Neither could be combined or defined.
The lines that have begun to refine rivers on my skin have become my cracks of artistry.
The hair that falls when I brush my mane at night, are counted by the Divine.
The unevenness of my frame has been embraced by an emboldened soul. A will that rests in acceptance.
Unconditional.
And this very morning, taught me, that surrendered renewal provides refreshment, and thus leads to restoration.
What a beautiful way
What a beautiful May.
(c)
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