Zoom Out
Zoomed in:
451 mm and the pimples are volcanoes bursting
Dried tears run dusty trails down the
Uneven slope of my unwashed face
Nose a million miles long and growing
As you watch, fueled by the little white
Lies that add up and everybody knows and
451 mm look down, and hold me steady
Because I stand on nothing; uncertainty clouds the
Ground I should find my feet but I can't my belly
Too bloated with self-hatred to see over; I'm exhausted
From keeping it all in, sucking it all in, and
My claims are invalid every answer is wrong every
Friend is fake and I know nothing, I am nothing
I cannot, should not, will never be able to--
180 mm and my acne is not so bad, only a few spots on my jawline
My legs appear beneath softly smiling crows' feet
In fact, I might just need new shoes because
My old ones are so worn down from standing, their
Ground-ed.
Dreams rise like balloons filled with helium
High, higher they go and suddenly the sky's the limit-
I might just be able to reach it--
7 mm and the flaws are
Gone, all the blemishes smoothed
Over are all the doubts and could nots and now
I rule this hill, give me the world because
Now, now I can take it
Zoomed out, and my life takes shape
Millions of little lines, little defects
Dissapear into one smooth, continuous curve
A confident brush stroke of life and love I'm
A perfect circle.
I turn away from the tripod, put down the camera
With which I scrutinize my every move like I'm an ant
One of a million just the same, too tiny to make a difference,
Trying to find my Outstanding but instead accepting the
Needs Improvement ... ?
I walk away and I'm not an ant but a peacock and I
Strut confidently with my imperfections waving resplendent in the air
Because I know they aren't imperfections and I'm perfect as is- but-
There on the sidewalk is a small ant, smaller than the rest, struggling to carry a leaf,
Falling behind the others and I stop and I show him my feathers
And he isn't an ant anymore but a lion who roars with pride because
We are all
Flawless.