Flawed
What is wrong with me?
Sometimes the very thoughts,
That swim around in my head,
Belie the person that I so much want to be.
But amid the spiritual insights,
And the ways I use to figure out me,
I still remain so imperfect,
With envious thoughts
And numerous flaws to sort through.
I want to be a person of honor,
Yet I struggle day to day,
To be better than I was the day before,
To stand always for right or wrong.
Cryssa
You wrote how I'm feeling ... more effectively than I ever could. Beautiful. Well done.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
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George
Peace,
Dayvid