I could not look myself in the mirror.
I could not hear what was true.
I did not feel what others saw.
Nothing but imperfect, I was flawed.
All my actions seemed so wrong.
Words were faulty,
always feeling so spurious.
Nothing but inferior, I was flawed.
Even laughter seemed I taint.
Causing the ending of something.
What was my wrongdoing I asked?
Nothing but second-rate, I was flawed.
The dysmorphia of my mind,
ruined and disfigured all the cues.
Misread my world around.
I was not faulty, not unsubstantial!
The filters were jaded,
the jagged edges,
tore the truth as it passed by.
I stand looking at,
all that time swallowed.
Misinformed, my thoughts failed.
Never was I flawed.
I cannot turn off that filter,
my disconnect too strong.
Though my mind may understand,
my spirit still feels the pain.
Can I ever rip it off?
Untruth, all of my shame?
Moving forward I see the light,
but the lie still remains.
I am flawed, but still perfect.
Aren’t we all?
No perfection can one hold,
it is good to be flawed.
Yes but you are perfectly flawed, in all the right places.
You’re just lovely Angel, and I wouldn’t want you to be any different my friend.
Did you ever read my poem on Time Travel…you KNOW how I LOVE Time Travel?!
It went full circle and I realised that everything we go through has a purpose.
We ARE ALL perfect, and human too.
Jesus fills the gap…Hey, “Mind the Gap!”…. LOL
My Mom used to say that to me, when we’d talk about God in our funny way and we knew no one around would understand what we were talking about.
Here is the poem, it’s one of my favourites, I learnt so much writing it.
Love you Angel, just keep being you my friend.
Lisa. xxx 🙂