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.