The flaws I've had
once consumed me,
a looming
dark mountain
of imperfection
stared at
me
like a
creepy old
painting
with sharp
eyes
of
judgement
and I was
wrecked
like a boy
staring
at the
aftermath
of a tornado
not knowing
where to
start
the
restoration
and then
the voice
of my God
told me,
"One thing at
a time; You did not
land here overnight."
Our world is
a hodgepodge collage
of clashing minds and
a sea of jumbled
sketches
and
pictures
of ideology
that a heart
holds dear,
a soup
made of
every
emotion
and
fear
and the
sharp shards
of life
we've walked
upon,
but in
everyone
there is
beauty
and it is
hard to see
through the
wrappings of
our inner
Judge,
people are flowers
and some are trees,
some are like
a nest of bees,
but whether you
believe it
or not
we all need
each other
in ways deep
and not so
deep
we are
all one
body
that
makes
up
the
world.
