Beautifully Imperfect

I thought I was broken
a marionette without strings
slumped on the floor
body in distress.
As I lay there
tears falling like rain to the floor
I find within me
resides this strength
that I had never felt before.
Tentitavely I probe it
afraid that I will be shocked
nothing happens
I crawl forward
amazed at what I have found.
I struggle to sit up
strings not required
I can climb to my feet
and seek my desires.
No longer broken
for I have begun to reconstruct
becoming who I am…..
beautifully imperfect.
©Jay-lyn Doerksen
March 1/18

Descend

Watch as she climbs

up and up she goes

reaching the top

boss of all boss

making sure that on goes the show.

Bending over backwards

friend to all

not seeing as her mind cracks

not ready to fall.

Watch as she spins out of control

a rapid  descent to hell

and when she reaches a hand

searching for those to help

all she finds…..

is a blank wall.