Perfectly Imperfect

Wretched

hollowed eyes

staring into the mirror

aghast

this wraith

is it truly me?

Wrapped

pained chains

swathed in miasma

unable to swim free.

Blackened shadows

in the depths

reaching out

tentacles

lashed around

pull me downward.

Drowning

gasps

unable to see

preservation is key.

I cannot 

I am afraid

a child unacknowledged.

Fast forward…..

Looking back

to that woman

broken

lost

defeated

I was…..

To this woman

cracked

crazy

filled with love

acceptance of self

so lacking before

I now have in spades.

I have swum many an ocean…..

pain

tears

addiction

to arrive upon these shores

not in perfection

but in perfect imperfection

love me as I am.

©Dec. 10/19

Picture is my own