Day 308

I Am Perfect

There are no mistakes
I have not made.
The path behind me is
flooded with tears
that are not my own.

I am perfect.

Scars from my blade
cut deep in those that
dare to be near me.
Puddles of poisonous words
are like pock marks
across the grass.

I am perfect.

I can not control
my thoughts or my actions
when the thunder rolls
or the lightening strikes.
I can only step aside and
watch the destruction.

I am perfect.

There is a soft spot
buried deep inside.
It is small and shy
and has been in hiding
for as long as I can remember.

I am perfect.

I was once a good person
who loved and shared
and cared about others,
but anger, pain and resentment
have amputated the arms
with which I reached out.

I am perfect.

There will be time when
the despair will be overshadowed
and I will forgive myself
for the mistakes I've made
and the pain I have caused.

I am perfect.

I will rise again,
reborn from hatred into
love, kindness and acceptance.
For the road I have traveled
has made me who I am.

I am perfect.