Perfection Donned Human Skin
Perfection donned human skin,
and played
the violin.
People cheered
in a daze
But never figure what the song says.
A smile of a thousand stars.
Enthralled hearts kept in jars.
Her greatest fear long gone;
Who fears failure if they're never wrong?
Perfection donned human lungs
And spoke
in human tongues.
Issues solved
with her voice,
Though those who listened seldom had choice.
A smile of a thousand stars.
Enthralled hearts kept in jars.
Her greatest fear long gone;
Who fears failure if they're never wrong?
Perfection donned human head,
but with
kind thoughts instead.
And smart ones
filled her too.
How could someone be so wise and true?
A smile of a thousand stars.
Enthralled hearts kept in jars.
Her greatest fear long gone;
Who fears failure if they're never wrong?
Perfection donned human brain
and soon
felt disdain.
"How," she wailed,
"Can this be?
Without success, who could value me?"
A s̶m̶i̶l̶e̶ of a thousand stars.
Enthralled h̶e̶a̶r̶t̶s̶ kept in jars.
Her greatest fear l̶o̶n̶g̶ ̶g̶o̶n̶e̶;
Who fears failure if they're n̶e̶v̶e̶r̶ wrong?
P̶e̶r̶f̶e̶c̶t̶i̶o̶n̶ donned human heart.
Slowly
rose to restart.
Smiled behind
tearstained eyes.
Prospect of perfection: naught but lies.
A smile of a misty sky,
with loved ones by her side.
She'd always fear failure.
But everyone makes mistakes, see?
So it's okay.
Who?
If I were without my problems who would I be?
All these problems play their role in me being me.
Although, not all of my problems seem fair
These problems of mine are my cross to bare
May they be mental, physical or emotionally earned
Within these problems are lessons I have learned
without any and all of problems I wouldn't be me.
So without my problems who would I be?
Who’s There..?
What are we
without Problem?
our little problems,
Bigger PROBLEMS
We are Nothing
nothing
to dissolve...
no shoestring
to live on
tie up and
unravel
or trip
out over
and skin
the knee that
Knock knocks
upon the floor
...
No hair bow
to adorn
the crown
of the sweat
kissed and
wrinkled brow
below tresses
that just won't
stay matted
down...
with that
one steady
cowlick that
while walking
Knock knocks
at the forehead
to remind
...
How does the
mind wonder
from the minor
to the Major...
Problems
of Health,
and Death
which at
every other
second
like one tooth
upon another
Knock knocks
with withheld
breath and blood
given wait time:
for the heart
to respond
in kind...
Are we beat?
Or are we beating?
Without our problems challenge @RosemarieThorn