Women in the mirror
Imperfect me
you for me,I for you
what more can there be
must we ignore the signs
of the cosmos.
I’ve been broken
I’ve been tormented
I’ve cried for days
with no regaining consciousness.
Now I am stable and I know
he his able
I’ve been tested I’ve been tried
what else can I prove there’s
nothing else to lose.Each day I face a new light one brighter than the last.they say I’ll be great but that will have to wait.Not one perfect bone resides in my stem I wish I could only touch his hem.but who me thee imperfect, I wish I could make them understand although I am woman my heart resembles a man.
So you for me,
I for you what more can there be. shall you be shallow and not see through me.sit still just stare what more can I bare, shall I smile be his comfort be his guide, but who me thee imperfect. Show them more let them speak but you my imperfect for everything I made was just perfect. So yes, you stare but you dare break the glass the woman standing there.
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Comments
Hi CHANTE!!......It is difficult to write on subject matter with such a broad base of interpretive potential...... Perfection has such profound possibility and certainly has inspired many a poets pen in the past...... you've delivered a fine poetic interpretation here ~
~ "Sit still. Just stare.
What more can I bare?
Shale I smile, be his comfort
Be his guide,
But who
Me, thee, Imperfect?..."
Some very clever phrasing running throughout this piece.......ALL STARS!!..... well penned dear poet sister..... and...... In case no one has said so.....WELCOME to COSMO!!........LOVE & ROCKETS!!.......T xo. : )
thank so much I really appreciate it