Imperfect whole

Hit by the armor piercing drops,
I’m still alive, and better.
I promised when the thunder rumbled,
That I will let the rain wash them away.

The fears sunken in darkness,
Gave way to light and to bands of color,
And then I saw the rainbow.

I thought I’m ready now to start only worshiping the sun,
But colors had melancholies awaken.

It’s like a circle….

Springs of my childhood, joy,
Loves of the past, both joy and sorrow,
The gates, the walls, the doors I’ve built,
They all belong to me.

I am not perfect, but then who is?
The one who says that has no fear?
The one who says that only loves and never hates?
The one who knows and never learns?

I can’t control my feelings,
But in my smallness, I can approach my center.
I find it full of holes,
Where dreams, and fears and loves have fallen like the autumn leaves.

I am not perfect,
I fear, I love and hate, I do not know….

I am not perfect,
But every day I learn,
To patch with hopes, and dreams the holes left at my center,
By fallen autumn leaves.

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