If you are ever struggling, just remember you are a combination of everything beautiful, handsome and intriguing that your ancestors seen in eachother.
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.
I think scars are always a mix of beauty and imperfection without context which you rarely get just by observing the scars alone. The beauty belongs to the story of survival.
Your words hit hard. Scars both seen and unseen carry memory, pain, and survival, and you capture that so honestly. There’s something raw and unflinching about owning what’s left behind, and it really resonates.✨
A great piece there. The underlying message is positive but it doesn't dress up or try to hide any pain or hurt that has come before.
The line about traumatic or painful events not necessarily making you stronger but making you the person you are stayed with me, and that follow up where you make your self stronger by sitting with them and then growing with them having been a part of you really resonated.
I found that to be powerful, truthful, raw and uplifting. Great writing.
This feels like a love letter to survival—scars not as damage, but as evidence of having stayed. There’s so much compassion here, especially in the refusal to romanticize pain while still honoring what it shaped. Proof that feeling deeply isn’t a weakness, it’s a skill most people never bother to develop.
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.
This is absolutely beautiful and deeply resonating
Enjoyed the beauty mingled with pain
Painfully beautiful and beautiful pain are the descriptions that come to mind when reflecting on such a piece.
You never forgot pain. You carried pain with you and turned it into hope, while not neglecting the people who didn't suffer pain
Demonstrating the lack of playing victim in your personal narrative
Absolutely loved it ♥️
I think scars are always a mix of beauty and imperfection without context which you rarely get just by observing the scars alone. The beauty belongs to the story of survival.
That is a fair point. The scars are proof of the story but the story itself is where the beauty comes from..
Exactly
Agree completely... So amazing 💛💛💛
This is so beautiful ❤️
Your words hit hard. Scars both seen and unseen carry memory, pain, and survival, and you capture that so honestly. There’s something raw and unflinching about owning what’s left behind, and it really resonates.✨
Love this, Elijah 💙
I've got many scars as well.
They won't go away. Oh well.
Most of them stick around unfortunately..
A great piece there. The underlying message is positive but it doesn't dress up or try to hide any pain or hurt that has come before.
The line about traumatic or painful events not necessarily making you stronger but making you the person you are stayed with me, and that follow up where you make your self stronger by sitting with them and then growing with them having been a part of you really resonated.
I found that to be powerful, truthful, raw and uplifting. Great writing.
This feels like a love letter to survival—scars not as damage, but as evidence of having stayed. There’s so much compassion here, especially in the refusal to romanticize pain while still honoring what it shaped. Proof that feeling deeply isn’t a weakness, it’s a skill most people never bother to develop.
I love how you said that. You truly understand how it is..
Pain can often be romanticized but that doesn't acknowledge that it is still pain..
Thank you for reading and reading the words as they were intended..
Yes—honoring pain without dressing it up feels like the truest kind of respect. I’m glad I met it the way you offered it.