we are the celebration born from our scars

gather ’round,

for i have stories to tell,

of woes shared and burdens lifted

in the communion

of hearts entwined by shared scars.

isn’t there beauty in our collective struggle,

in the laughter that bubbles up from wells of shared tears?

let us find solace in our united imperfections, celebrate the

cracks that let the light seep through.

we are not made lesser by our pain,

but are instead sculpted more beautifully for it

let us dance in the ruins,

joyful in our undoing,

for in our healing,

we find the truest celebration of life.