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Sometimes, I feel as if my imperfections dominate my entire being. Questioning every decision, every action. (Sigh) It can be quite exhausting. I also, often get weary with the taunting of waiting. Waiting for change, waiting for the sun to shine, for the silver lining to make sense of it all. So, I decided to share this poem in case others can relate.
Cracked & flawed am I, not by any means perfect
I fall & stumble…I ache when wounded.
I bellow out my worrisome woes,
My hurts, disappointments & fears…
The numerous sleepless nights, drowned in a pillow of tears
How long, how long I plea…
Must I endure the stress & strain of my agony
Like a bird with tattered wings I fly,
Lost in the sea of clouds that have overtaken the sky
Longing for the peace & rest that has gone askew…
The solace, strength…
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