Maybe my soul fights my body so unrelentingly because
its mission doesn't fit inside.
Perhaps this
is why I cling to my loves for dear life.
Maybe my brain has to relearn its lessons so many times because
one day
I'll guide just as many people to the same
conclusions maybe
the truth is my imperfections cannot overpower the Made in Heaven stamp on my personality and perhaps
my heart is in the right place
after all.
For now,
I'll keep breathing.