The ink flows,
Word after word,
As my thoughts fill with wishes of who I'd want to be.
Yet, I know I shall never be.
For I'm flawed beyond repair,
My sins cling to me,
As red as bloodstains shall ever be.
As I long for the perfection I shall never attain ,
The explicit truth strikes me,
I plunge into chasms of darkness,
Infinite spaces of void and emptiness,
Yet, I strive to let the light in me,
Devour the demons that surround me ..
I soar, my wings spread wide,
From the ashes of my despair.
My darkness brings out the light in me,
And my flaws shape me into perfection.
It dawns on me that,
If I were ...
Shall never be.
Yet I stand with my head held high,
For I am who I am,
And I am proud to be ..