Flawless?

I woke up like this…

You woke up like this…

Who woke up like this? Flawless.

 

Saying we look so good tonight,

But how will we feel tomorrow?

Guilt,

Shame,

Nausea?

Yes, sorrow.

 

Diamonds?

I have no diamonds.

I’m too poor.

But this Rock,

My Rock!

My King—

No, our King!

Our Savior!

God damn, God damn, God damn!

 

I wake up and know that this life is testing me,

But I wake up and know that His hands rest on me,

And still I rejoice in flaws, struggles, and shame,

Yes even,

Not knowing how to play this most tedious of games.

 

Life—

I sleep easy knowing His hands are on mine.

So when I wake up,

I wake up Loved,

Feeling far more than just fine.

 

I woke like this…

You woke up like this…

All loved first,

And when you know you were loved first,

You couldn’t care less about flawless.

This poem is about: 
Me
Our world
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