She’s Chaos..
taking shape into something..
Harmless.
Not the kind that shatters but
the kind that births galaxies..

Raw and Unpolished,
Like coal before diamond
Like earth before life

Crafted uncounted
Created carefree
Unmeasured, uncalculated
.. like the sand at sea

Wild, uneven,
devoid of symmetry,
But there’s something in those eyes
that tells a story..
how she was founded from grief..
from doubts..
from shame..
from confusion..
from love..
     And hope..
That even such a broken piece
Is worthy of reverence..
worthy of space..
and
worthy of love.

As she wear her scars like armor
She flaunts her flaws like truth.
She finally laid down
The burden of expectations
that she was never meant to carry
The sweet sweet child of anarchy
Finally learned that she
Is everything she has to be.