I am weak, fragile,
But not glass.
I have been shattered at times,
Completely broken.
I have gathered the pieces,
And put them back together.
But the cracks,
They don’t show.
They are not there,
I am healed.
And then I’ve been broken.
Over and over.
Lost pieces and parts.
But I am still a whole,
As for myself
For I’ve learned how to turn.
Cracks into swords.
Regrets into lessons.
Weaknesses into strengths.
Mahnoor Liaquat Inter I (Pre-medical)
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