I am…

I am not perfect
Perhaps I am not even good
Wanting to be better than I am
Struggling with failures

Can we ever become good enough?
Sometimes life is pain
Other times life is shame
Shame hurts far worse

The heart breaks
The mind makes plans hoping they are enough
The best plans seem to fall short
The biggest dreams seem but failures

Friends, family and the world deserve better
Love demands the best
The heart wants to offer perfection
Yet in the end, there is only me

Perhaps love is about accepting the imperfect
Perhaps this is the spark of the divine within us
God accepts us, though we are not gods
Perhaps humanity can accept a mere, imperfect human


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