Tuesday, November 1, 2011

Mended

I am no longer broken
The fractures have mended
Messy & crooked
but mended
I still feel a winter's chill
through hollow bones
and empty spaces in my heart
I'm not ready to fill

I lack perfection
and do not reach for such
unattainable ideas
I am content being 
wrong
in all my own ways
I am flawed
but beautiful
and as ordinarily extraordinary
as the next person

I am still scared
hiding under the sheets
of life
Work
Past pain
Unlived dreams
Stage fright -
afraid to take center stage
in my own story

But all in due time