
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
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Poet of the Light © 2022