If you were to cry for long enough
Your tears will sear through your skin
And create puddles in your soul.
And eventually,
You will misjudge the roundness of your edges
To compassion and to growth.
Those are just scars
Masquerading as Trophies.
Stop crying.
It's true, we can get so hung up on our hurts we can miss the opportunities they can give us. I think some scars are medals, though, as some are hard won. Great poem, RK.
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