Hour Twenty Three

I am broken and imperfect

I wonder if I’ll ever be good enough

I hear ravens speak

I see dragons dance

I want to fly away

I am broken and imperfect

 

I pretend I am happy

I feel the weight of the world

I touch the edge of greatness

I worry that this is all there is

I cry for who I was meant to be

I am broken and imperfect

 

I understand that this too shall pass

I say, “Things will get better.”

I dream that one day they will

I try to hold on to that dream

I hope no one ever sees

I am broken and imperfect

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