In mirrors, whispers of the world collide,
Shadows cast by words, a storm inside.
Yet within, a light begins to rise,
Embracing scars, dismissing lies.
Each curve, a testament, a tale to tell,
Of battles won where shadows fell.
The beauty in the lines we trace,
A story of resilience, a dance of grace.
No voice can dim the glow we own,
In every flaw, a strength is shown.
The world may judge, but we define,
The beauty in the heart and mind.
So stand, unbroken, with pride and might,
For every form is pure delight.
In every soul, a fire burns bright,
Embracing self, in loveâs own light.