Broken, but whole

Just because we are broken, does not mean we are not whole.

Like a block of wood, in the hands of a sculptor, and the hands of fate, bits of you will become chipped away; sanded and filed down.

Slowly with the passing of time, an image of the wood’s inner beauty begins to emerge. Till at the end of the dance, stands a wondrous, marvellously beautiful sculpture. A beautiful piece, and also still, a broken down piece of wood.

You are not beautiful in spite of your flaws and brokenness.
You are beautiful because of it.

18th July 2016, 2:01am.
crystalmusings, visual metaphors written down.


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