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Jun 2018
I'm                                                      
no saint                                                      
never­ was                                                    
never will be                                                      
so      ­                                              

I                      
will make                      
your mind see                      
a scarred mortal                      
heart                    

I
fell for
a     baleful
halo disguised
white

                                        And
                                         because
                                         of       it      my
                                          heart has paid the
                                          price


I
given
trust to be
paid with several
knives

      All                                                   
  are dealt                                              
unlike hands                                              
and to play life's                                              
game        ­                                        

Why                    ­                                                                 ­       
should I                                                                                         
b­e judged for                                                              ­                          
every fault and                                                              ­                          
flaw                                                                                         

Flaws                  
make me                  
beautiful                  
I'm human like                
you                

                  Now
                    people
                     have worsen
                   making  hating
                      cool

                      ­                                              Time
              ­                                                       from my
                                                                        childhood was
                                                             ­         stolen    from   my
                                                              ­          life

I
only
want to find
my own way in
peace

I                                                       
hate you                                                     
perfection                                   ­                  
It's used way too                                                  
much                                                   

It's                                                                                             
also                                                                                              
expected­                                                                                               
from everyone                                                                                           
here                                                                                           

My      ­    
love for          
words and myth          
burns bright in my        
soul          

                               I
                              have lied
                              I have judged
                               I  make  mistakes
                            so

                                                             ­                    Why
                                                           ­                      condemn
                                                         ­                       me  because
                              ­                                                  I   am   honest
                                                         ­                          look

         I've
         got my
              share of chips
             and cracks on my
          skin

Don't                              
make me                              
some target                              
on      media's                            
wall                              

I'm                                                            ­                  
alive                                                           ­                   
Living art                                                              ­            
now broken and                                                              ­          
scared                                                          ­                

But      
God sees    
and for all    
I have done    
He    

                                will
                                deal with
                                me in time
                                  The way He sees
                                  fit

These              
L­anterns              
my lanterns              
will adorn the              
sky              

With                                                        
my truth                                                        
I am fraught                                                         
with flaws and I'm                                                          
pro­ud                                                         


   ­       Now            
          lanterns            
take a piece
of my heart and
burn

                                             Rise
                                            to the
                                             endless sky
                                               and take my soul
                                              home
These Lanterns poem are really close to home...
Consider them like a continuation of my poem 'Naturally'.
I can't act like I'm perfect all the time. Needless to say that society's obsession with perfection has worsened. It feels like an image one will forever to forced to strive for but never reach. To be honest, being perfect all the time only makes people more excited for your fall from grace.
What I mean by people 'making hating cool' is that people enjoy jumping on the hate bandwagon when someone (e.g. a celebrity) does something they don't like, says something they don't like, or makes a mistake. In most cases, it's unnecessary. It's sad it happens...

The divine light that these lanterns have comes from a really emotional and insecure place in my heart. A treasure that I want you to see. I'm young, I've made my share of mistakes. Who hasn't? I've got a past. But I shouldnt be pressure to feel guilt for ******* up in life sometimes.
These words are from a 22 (23 tomorrow) year old who even though she acts like shes got it all covered, she's terrified of life as a whole. Fraught with her own personal issues and demons. But I'm still here for a reason.
There have been days where I wanted to end it all but I didn't.
Because deep down, I know. I couldn't deny myself a chance in life.
A chance to finally have some stability and to be happy. A chance to truly find myself and embrace who I am.
Something that I'm honestly still learning to do.
I hope people here who are going through this understand where I'm coming from.

I'm me, Lyn Purcell and there's nowhere and nothing I'd rather be.
Thanks so much for 88 followers. For me it's insane!
No words can express how I feel but you have my gratitude!
Really!

More Lanterns are coming as well as Sijos.
So, have a lovely day/night and be back soon!
Lyn ***
Lyn-Purcell
Written by
Lyn-Purcell  28/F/United Kingdom
(28/F/United Kingdom)   
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