Forever ImperfectMy hands tremble as I graze the grass around me.More Like This
The summer breeze tousles my hair.
My breath catches as I take in the surroundings.
The sun beats down on my skin.
And my eyes hunt for someone to notice.
I silently laugh at the irony.
That no one will ever know.
The most obvious matters.
Are always the hardest to identify.
My frail hands skim over the soft blades.
The gusts of wind tangle my brittle hair.
My shallow breathing continues to capture.
The blistering ball of fire attacks my fragile skin.
My eyes hunt for someone to notice.
Just how far I have gone.
Yet no one can see the reality.
Of what is in front of their eyes.
The world around me continues to turn.
Although I seem to be detached.
Disconnected from life around me.
Waiting for the closing act.
The finale of this show called life.
I am forever imperfect.