Beautiful
If you are ever struggling, just remember you are a combination of everything beautiful, handsome and intriguing that your ancestors seen in eachother.
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Your scars are a testament to who you are and have became.
Both external and internal.
They show your beauty and survival.
Grit and willingness.
Stretch marks from the kids you are raising
Look like the ripples in water
And are a testimony to your commitment
Wrinkles from the smiles you've shared
Are a testament to your shared joy
That scar on your hand from the crazy days of your youth is proof you tried.
They are all symbolic of a life lived
Even a lack of scarring is beautiful in its own conventional ways.. it means you weren't hurt and turned bitter by the cruelty of this world.
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Kindness from the pain you've endured
Protectiveness from when you weren't protected
You're saving that inner child with every action you're taking. You are protecting people from the hurt you have endured
It's all so beautiful.
It may not feel that way. It may feel like unnecessary pain. I'm not going to say everything happens for a reason. Sometimes you just get handed shit and get told make lemonade.
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I know. Some of the things I went through had absolutely no reason behind them.
But it doesn't make me any less of a man.
I have scars of my own. Most of them internal.
Abandonment. Betrayal. Self hatred. Although they are healed for the most part they still leave their mark on me.
And as much as they didn't make me stronger
They made me who I am.
I made myself stronger through unwillingness to keep going through the same bullshit
But the scars made me understand and have kindness in this world.
The scars made me feel deeply in a world full of men who don't even know how to behave around others. Who think feeling is weakness.
Your pain doesn't make you hard to love, it doesn't make you unworthy.
It makes you who you are
Some people don't get to live a soft life. Some people have to work and live through the pain. Some people have to work off of nothing but hope and faith. Both of those things are gritty as hell and are an uphill battle. Especially in a world full of people who get rewarded for seemingly nothing.
Just remember you are beautiful
And any moment above ground is a blessing
What do you think? Do you see your scars and imperfections as beauty and character or do you see it as imperfection?
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Beautiful Elijah,
What comes through most strongly here is the sincerity.
There’s no attempt to dress pain up as a gift or pretend it all led somewhere noble. You’re honest about the fact that some things just hurt, full stop, and that what grows afterwards is understanding rather than strength for its own sake.
I appreciated the way scars are treated as evidence of care, effort, survival, not as something that needs reframing into triumph. That feels grounded and generous, especially in a world that so often confuses numbness with resilience.
Thank you for sharing this.
It reads like it was written to remind people they’re allowed to be who they are, as they are.
To a BEAUTY That BLINDS
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Her looks transcend the barrier called fair
His heart and will to resist her she binds
Thinking naught but of her smile he pines
For the release of her bouncy blonde hair
Her leaving his small realm he could not bear
Like the silky long curls her finger winds
He's limp, all for that beauty that blinds
From all else yet at her helpless he'd stare.
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While seeing the shallows though not the signs
Showing more than a pretty visual layer
Whether the twain may too meet with their minds,
Hearts will share their most secrets should they dare
Feelings far further than vague dating lines
To know eternity their souls shall share.