I don’t wish to erase the pages written already
isn’t that foolish?
I can hide the flaws by erasing and starting all over again
but would that make me any wiser?
the smudges and mistakes show me how far I have come
isn’t that precious?
this book of life might look untidy and disorganized
but it’s beyond its appearance, you see.
every mistake is followed by corrections that cleared my path ahead
every tear is followed by smiles that stitched together the broken me
every unwritten page is followed by memories and dreams that propelled me forward
I’m not afraid to admit my mistakes,
and mistakes, I made a ton
yet, I see myself as a whole,
not a pile of broken pieces,
not a collection of success or failures,
not just this or that,
I am a part of the universe that makes it whole,
and sometimes, I am my universe
refusing to hide
resurfacing unapologetically.
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This poetry piece is written in response to the one hundred and fifty fifth edition of Fiction Monday inspired by the word prompt – ERASE hosted at Reflections by yours truly. Do join in if you have a tale to tell.
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Such a beautiful affirmation this is, Vini. Yes, I’ve been guilty of trying to cover up flaws and strive for perfection. But these days, I’m trying to be as real as possible, flaws and all.
Hugs!
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We are taught to be perfect and cover up the flaws. Being real takes a lot more courage in this world, doesn’t it?
Thanks, Corinne. ❤️
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‘I see myself as a whole,
not a pile of broken pieces,’
These lines are powerful. We should all be unapologetic about who we are.
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I am work in progress. It is then clever to admit that I am an imperfect being still whole as I am.
Thanks, Anamika ❤️
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