The other day, I told you
Your battle was invisible—
But I was wrong.
I see you fighting,
Every single day,
And it’s beautiful.
You still carry yourself
With so much poise, elegance, and grace.
Because of the beauty of war
is not to pass unscathed,
But to wear your scars with pride,
to survive,
and to tell their story.
Jul 15, 2025
Jul 15, 2025 at 11:15 AM UTC
The other day, I told you
Your battle was invisible—
But I was wrong.
I see you fighting,
Every single day,
And it’s beautiful.
You still carry yourself
With so much poise, elegance, and grace.
Because of the beauty of war
is not to pass unscathed,
But to wear your scars with pride,
to survive,
and to tell their story.