There was a time when I

believed that I would find that

perfection that exists in the minds of

very young girls

and the demented…

But I have come to find beauty

in the honesty that speaks

to me and makes me feel

safe within it…

I’ve found strength

in the gift of another’s vulnerability

offered with fear

and therefore the greatest of courage

to be seen with my

untrained eyes…

I see the perfection of

possibility

where others see chaos,

I welcome the jagged edges of

every injury and as I do

I pick them up

and hold them to my chest

letting them slice at me

and revelling in the ability

to finally love someone

as broken

as me.

 

ShellyA