Wednesday, April 17, 2013

Post #7


The Army of my Flaws
They come
Barging in.
Culprits of happiness
Ominous,
Ferocious Flaws                     
No benevolence
In their hearts.

To consume my soul,
That’s
Their only goal.

My legs
Are stern soldiers
They’re tangled tree roots
Tough and tenacious
All they do
Is make me
Fall

My strong,
Stubborn curls
Are a sea of savage knots
They flow
The wrong way.
All I want
Is for them
To go away

But when my legs
Make me fall
I learn
 To rise again
Even when
The drop is high
I get back up
And kiss my troubles
Good bye.

And my hair
Is just like
Me
I try to contain it
Yet all it wants
Is to be
Free

I’ve had an epiphany.
I can’t fight
My Flaws
They
 Are the ones
I have to
Thank
For forming the girl
That now,
You see.


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