Courage in Imperfections
i never understood,
how one
stow others into traits
in the way they talked
behave,
laugh or display fury
another ornament of society
there's no denial
that this soul earnestly tried
for many moons and Suns, still
lost among loud whispers
inside the corners of this mind
breathing "maybe's" and "I think I am's"
confused more than yesterday
for when this mouth responds
and this body conducts
it's either fun or weird
crazy or foolish
ruffled among dried leaves
of seasons that moulded this being
along the way
and now I sigh
perhaps, all those days
of searching
were scarce remembrance
that this being is as it was
meant to live
with rainbows over these shoulders
and fairy dust over this heavy head
humanly lost
finding itself
yet content with the carved road
from humble beginnings
to promising ends
lead by clouds of courage
cajoling beauty in the river
where my tears met
cheers to the coming days
celebrating all
that was broken
risks dared and taken
and bridges burnt for good
these imperfections colours the walls
of my fortress within my heart
a living existence
standing today
By Jessica John Posko
Instagram: @poetrychips
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