Imperfections: Poetry

I've wished
to be beautiful

Endowed with the
long, flowing tresses
of dream:
Salon Fresh

Skin lightly scented
and latte hued:

The carved ankles of a dancer,
a body sleek in movement:
Choreographed Poetry

Vibrant eyes
of storm and sky:

Posture erect,
proper and confident:

How the mirror blasts
with the truth
of all you are not
and what you'd hoped
to be

Yet I am as I am,
living with imperfections

When I would like
to be happily satisfied
existing in this skin

And for my being to
merge with the perfect light
I know exists within.

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