Perfectly Imperfect
My precious godly wonder child
Has been ashamed, brushed off, beguiled.
Can you relate? Can you remember
Being reduced to crumbs of ember?
If only we could change the past
And send a fearless mighty gust
Of wind: to blow away from us
Abuse, neglect, and constant fuss,
The need to prove our worth to others,
The need to please our only mothers,
The need to fit the world around,
So that no weakness could be found!
Aren’t we just perfect in our flaws ?
Can we rewrite internal laws?
Take charge of nurturing our fire
To reignite our heart’s desire
To run and fall, and RISE AGAIN
Without that toxic inner shame,
With wise and self-forgiving nature
Of perfectly imperfect creature.