Life is a cruel, cold,
and broken place
and still,
we are told to find ourselves within it.

But if you are not cruel,
not cold,
not broken
then what are you?

An oddity,
a rare bloom in frozen soil,
a strange and delicate thing
the world forgot how to make.

Not shaped from this earth,
but carved from some softer realm,
where kindness
is not a casualty,
but a calling.

And maybe
what makes you beautiful
is not just what you are,
but how impossible
you seem
in a world like this.