Every once in a while, perfection strikes in the midst of no
where
Sometimes it is the perfect sight, the perfect outfit to
wear,
The perfect gift, the perfect phrase, the perfect breeze in the midst of the air
Sometimes it is just the perfect chill, and silence is everywhere
It is understood that no one is perfect, but that perfect
person awaits
Like bait for a fish, with the perfect restraints
When you have prayed for it, no need to look, it will appear
in its place
perfectly placed, and there she stands, breathing in the perfection
of space
perfectly battered, mangled by the past
a hidden car wreck, she was broken and shattered by the
impact of the crash
with perfect memories of the impact of the blast
lifelong scars are carried with her, and often rehashed
with no one on Earth able to help her get past such hurt
perfectly confused about the weight of her worth
with years on the brink of regretting her birth
a new image places her in the midst of hell on earth
but every blue moon, an angel appears at the right place and
right time
sometimes God waits til we are at our lowest before he
allows the light to shine
and the perfect glare hits us, to where we are briefly
perfectly blind
and the only thing seen is the light, and that whisper from
behind
Every blue moon……..
To be continued……
“xpressurself”
snc
10/12/2015
