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 ..