My life has never been perfect

And I’ve reconciled to that fact

I’m not sure I’d know perfection

If it stood before me personally

At least in context often misused

I’ve known a gauntlet of darkness

Well enough I could trek it blind

As I do in my reality- instinctively           

Weaving across constructs of life

In and out of greys and shadows           

Or relationships ups and downs

More so when friends become foes    

My best comes- when familyships

Treat me more like…a human stain


Poet of the Light © 2022


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