free write | 8/4/16

 

i am not perfect

but i am not defined by perfection

nor am i chasing it.

perfection has no room to fit the sharp edges i am made of,

that i am proud of.

perfection is boring.

limiting.

delusional.

i am flawed.

a constant work in progress.

i am no Mona Lisa.

she could never be me.

she doesn’t have the stomach to face down the bears

that have found me in my forest

and threatened to take the life from my body.

she could not force their retreat by screaming to the sky

her relentlessness.

mona lisa lives behind a protection i’ve never had.

in a glass house

in a glass room

i am not delicate enough

i’ve shattered too many ceilings to be

mona lisa.

Iman MilnerComment