Perfect Imperfection
perfect Imperfection is sheAttempts at a desired result
Despite her passionate pleas
Only remind her of assaults
At barriers between we
Running full speed in circles
On a route with no start
On a journey with no end til
A conscious desire to part
With a path that is culled
From a desire to see a future
Where there is purpose
And a wish for clear truth
So a burgeoning flicker of hope
Begins to slowly surely produce
A confident refrain as an antidote
From the poison of a mundane life
She reaches for the potion
To cure her future of self same strife
Praying the decision and notion
To partake will cure her disease
Poetry by Kee Zealy
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Written on 2018-09-01 at 14:05
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