Do you want smooth edges or stories etched into the surface?

Do you want to erase the scars or let them bloom?

Do you want to be solitary, untouchable—or alive?

 

Do you want to feel like you are enough, just as you are?

To be desired without changing who you are? To be worth everything to someone?

 

Do you want others to judge you for falling apart? Or do you want to be allowed to cry and speak honestly about where you are struggling?

 

Do you want others to see you, truly SEE YOU as you are? To know you deeply?

Or simply to know the facade you forged?

 

The world worships symmetry, clean lines, unbroken surfaces.

But I find myself drawn to the cracks,

The places where light seeps through

And fire has left its mark.

 

I gather what others leave behind:

Sand slipping through hands,

Fragments that don’t fit,

Ashes still warm.

I layer them, burn them, build them up,

Knowing they might crumble again.

 

My work whispers what the world shuts down:

That the broken is beautiful,

The incomplete is sacred,

And the fragile holds the most truth.

 

Because in a world chasing impossible ideals,

I create what is real.

 

Enter into this space I have created,

Where we can be human.

Where we can find beauty in the broken.

Rise anew from the ashes,

Stronger not in spite of, but because of,

Everything we have been.

Here, you don’t need to be perfect.

Here, you will be loved simply for being alive.