Beauty Following Destruction
Through chaos and pain, I kept my chin held high
When the sun set and the moon broke free from its cavern, I told the day goodbye
For the longest time, I did not approve of who I was
Nobody understood and nobody still does
Once I found myself, I noticed that I adored my flaws
And there wasn't really anything wrong with me, I was being silly
Looking in the mirror, my eyes suddenly became large and oceanic
Like a tidal wave crashing against a harsh gray sky
My natural flowing hair cascading over my shoulders, shimmering all its own
I wasn't unsure, I finally understood that though I'm different, I'm beautiful and I accepted it
Welcomed it without hesitation
Jovial can't describe my feelings, I'm sure that no words in the world can
Except perhaps happy, the one word I've always been terrified of
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