Perfection Comes with Baggage
In my upside down-ness
i saw a backwards
Something
And paused.
It was Wrong
And Bad
And Painful.
i looked too long
and then i was
Wrong
and Bad
and Hurt.
The buzz of bees
rang
from my pocket
and i looked at the glowing bug
that emerged
And Life sprung forward
From 3000 miles away
and you appeared
And i was Right
and Good
and Healed.
and Everything was Awesome
In my right side up-ness
i saw a forwards
Someone
and paused.
you were
not Perfect
or all-the-way OK
and that was Perfect
and what i needed.
i was not Amazing
or all-the-way there
and that was Perfect
and what you needed.
In our sideways-ness
the world We saw
was Broken
and Flawed
and Beautiful
and All for Us.
So We took It
and the backwards
Something
Disappeared
and the upside down-ness
and right side up-ness
and sideways-ness
made Sense
and We made Sense
and it was Good
and Okay.
Together
We are Awesome and
Everything
is
Awesome.
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