Category : Poems

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I’ve survived some pretty bad stuff in my life- things I never thought I would make it through.
I scraped, I clawed and fought my way past all the flames of failure til I  reached deep within and discovered  strength I didn’t even know I had.
As I was on my knees facing this hell..that’s when I learned who I truly was and what I am capable of.
Im never defined by the mistakes Ive made, but by how I got up after falling.
It’s easy to love yourself when everything is going right and doors are opening all around you.. it’s quite a different experience when you’re at your lowest and in the depths of hell.
I learned who I was there, and most of all, that there is beauty in the scars of my story.
Every scratch, bump and bruise remind me where I’ve been and of the bridges I burned so that I would never go back to those places that I should have never been in the first place.
I learning to love all the parts of me even the ones that frustrat me.  I learning  to celebrate my imperfections, for they describe my broken beauty in a way that my words never will.
So as I  step out into this day, you’ll see a smile on my face. Because
I’ve come a long way in my life and I’m proud of the person I’m becoming.
It ain't  been easy, it hasn’t been painless and it sure has been slow..
But I’ve learning from every mistake and growing from every experience.
This is my story.
It’s a tale of disaster and failure, mistakes and more falling..
But it’s also a story of rising from the ashes, getting stronger and learning to love every scar of my broken beauty.
As they say the cracks are how the light gets in. 
One day a time.
Beautifully broken and wonderfully imperfect..
Just the way I was meant to be.