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Steve Page Sep 2020
I look in the mirror and what do I see,
pure imperfection staring at me,
curiously wondering, wonderfully curious
at what new imperfection I soon will be.

I've found its important not to be perfect
not replace imperfections for better or worse.
it's when we make peace with our faultless defection
that godly perfection starts getting to work
getting to love my defects
𝑾𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆'𝒅 π’Žπ’š 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒄𝒐𝒇𝒇𝒆𝒆 π’ˆπ’π’π’†?
π‘΄π’š π’•π’π’π’Šπ’„ 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆  π’”𝒐𝒖𝒍
𝑨 𝒅𝒐𝒛𝒆𝒏 𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒄𝒆, π’Žπ’š 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕 π’˜π’†π’π’• π’˜π’Šπ’π’…
π‘΄π’š 𝒄𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒔 π’•π’‰π’π’–π’ˆπ’‰π’• 'π’•π’˜π’‚π’” 𝒂 𝒇𝒐𝒆

𝑾𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆'𝒅 π’Žπ’š 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒄𝒐𝒇𝒇𝒆𝒆 π’ˆπ’π’π’†?
π‘΄π’š π’„π’‚π’π’Žπ’Šπ’π’ˆ 𝒄𝒖𝒑 𝒐𝒇 π’‰π’‚π’‘π’‘π’Šπ’π’†π’”π’”
π‘ͺ𝒐𝒖𝒑𝒍𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔 𝒂𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑰 π’”π’‘π’π’–π’“π’ˆπ’†π’…
π‘΄π’š π’ƒπ’π’…π’š 𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒅 π’π’Šπ’”π’•π’π’†π’”π’”

𝑾𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆'𝒅 π’Žπ’š 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒄𝒐𝒇𝒇𝒆𝒆 π’ˆπ’π’π’†?
𝑨 π’‡π’Šπ’π’† π’‡π’“π’Šπ’†π’π’… 𝒐𝒏 𝒂 π’•π’Šπ’“π’Šπ’π’ˆ π’…π’‚π’š
π‘΄π’š π’”π’˜π’†π’‚π’• π’˜π’†π’π’• 𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒅 π’ˆπ’‚π’Šπ’• π’˜π’π’ƒπ’ƒπ’π’†
π‘»π’‰π’Šπ’” π’˜π’π’“π’π’… 𝒂 π’‘π’†π’π’…π’–π’π’–π’Ž π’Šπ’ 𝒂 π’˜π’‚π’š

𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒏𝒐 π’Žπ’‚π’•π’•π’†π’“ π’‰π’π’˜ 𝑰 𝒇𝒆𝒍𝒕 π’•π’π’…π’‚π’š
𝑰'𝒍𝒍 π’‚π’π’˜π’‚π’šπ’” π’π’π’π’Œ 𝒇𝒐𝒓 π’Žπ’š 𝒄𝒐𝒇𝒇𝒆𝒆
π‘·π’“π’π’ƒπ’‚π’ƒπ’π’š π’•π’Šπ’” 𝒃𝒐𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 π’π’π’π’š 𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒕
𝑭𝒐𝒓 π’„π’‚π’‡π’‡π’†π’Šπ’π’† 𝒉𝒖𝒔𝒕𝒍𝒆𝒓𝒔 π’π’Šπ’Œπ’† π’Žπ’†
my congenital heart defect

~for C.E.H.~

’tis true, my heart long damaged by repeated resuscitations,
the endless revivals invasive + new favorite hits, now so enlarged,
the doctors say, no mΓ‘s, no mΓ‘s, mr. boss, don’t let your guard down

too small to accept more standbys, ones needy most, the beseechers,
the ones who only know a single equation, love = pain, are witnesses,
no theorem proofs required, the ****** expressions unholy sufficient

a few invitees rush the red velvet ropes, inside, they hunker down,
finding a cozy artistic artery hangout, filtering my blood-streaming,
eyes for new artists, new poems, new strangers to take in, shelter...

much caring for the living, strains existence, a heart has limitations,
every human has capacity constraints for loving, but they bring their
friends, coequals in pain/heartaches/false positives, no rinse cycle

it is like calcium layering on you bones, additive, addictive, andieting
is a precursor to exhilarating dying, when love and pain passes
the point of no return, once, then, there is no expiation, no forgiveness

for the trail of your damaged acts requires admittance, recompense,
3 in 1 motor oil de minimus, you want to love equally, but impossible
task, yo, won’t last, but stretch flex skin to squeeze one more in, SMH

the puzzled doctors find my weakness DNA genetic, my lexicon has
no word in any language for barricade, fence, restraints, keep out, the hearts, smelling my blood, open cells, pile in, no blame attached

lender of first resort, giving my organs, what an exceptional way
to hasten my inevitable and total fulfillment, stretching my limits
Stanislav Feb 2019
Not everything is perfect
Smooth and silky like your skin
There's a serious defect
You are cold from within
Fikayomi Sep 2018
They stare, she smiles,
they grin, she observes.
They pity, she's queasy,
they brood, she walks away--
life as a lady with a crutch.

I smile, they hail,
I step out, they celebrate,
I emit knowledge, they are wowed;
I struggle to fit in, they support.

I try to be unique just as I am, but the struggle within, no one seem to care;
life as a man, a physically challenged survivor.

They celebrate our strength, but our weakness imprisons us,
they profess their love, a love that soon fades away;
they show their care, but we just want to be hale.

They assure us of a bright future-- a future they would never dare to feature in.

They speak, they wish, they support, but we always want more because our defects make us different.
Life of a physically challenged survivor.
Isaac Aug 2018
No poem perfect.

  Each word hand-picked.

    Value camouflaged by defect

      Won't be spotted without respect.
Written 7 August 2018
Rose May 2018
You pray on the hurt,
too innocent to know of your tricks;
we know not of the worlds cruelty.
You violate our bodies as you do our rights;
take our freedom,
and take our pride.
But in our grief, we lie to ourselves…
for who would ever dig their nails into us,
like these scars we bear?
We are forever marked
by your sloppy lack of humanity.
We are defects of this world,
Never knowing love, for who,
would want to love a crooked soul?
Sincerely yours,

A Crooked Soul, left broken in Your greed.
If you know, you know.
Ilva Mar 2015
Inside me
While you grew and grew
I never knew
Your heart was broken
And that there was one
Where there should’ve been two.

After you were born
The doctor explained
Your lungs wouldn’t last
You were breathing too fast
And growing too slow
Your blood flow was mixed
And you had to be fixed.

So right from the start
Your heart wasn’t whole
But your soul
Was a universe
And your eyes
Were comprised
Of millions of galaxies.
Your body was strong
And your cry was a song.

I named you beloved
And through you, I discovered
For the very first time
I was whole.

Please always remember
You are far more beautiful
Than broken
You are my ultimate inspiration
And I’ll always consider you
My most perfect creation.
I wrote this for my 6-month-old baby when she was having heart repair surgery done to fix a serious congenital heart defect (truncus arteriosus). She survived the operation, and spent a month in hospital to recover. Six months later, however, she got broncho-pneumonia and the added stress on her heart caused her to go into cardiac arrest & she passed away.
Hunter K Jan 2015
You were the new addition to the house,
Over the past year I watched you grow,
Oh how I love you so,
You were my pride,
You still are even after you died,
You were my joy,
My sweet little boy,
Why did you have to go?

So frail you were,
Just a dot of black fur,
Little did we know,
In your lungs grew a great foe.

You ran so strangely,
Like a tottering baby,
But we didn't know,
About the pain you refused to show.

Your eyes,
Flutter closed,
Not knowing what was going on,
Not knowing you were gone,
I hope you hold on tight,
To the clouds above me tonight.

Mouse I love you,
After all you been through,
I hope you rest in peace,
And let your soul release,
To the sweet above,
Followed by my ever lasting love.
R.I.P MOUSE 12/24/13 - 1/19/15 died from a lung toomer he was born with, but we didn't catch it soon enough. Rest in Peace, my sweet kitten.
Jacob Traver Jan 2014
I fell from the stars that night
I feared the clouded dark sky
And severed all ties with my world
I collapsed from within
And cried

A Birth called forth my fear
Brought about worry, my tears
For five long months it had built within
Until it happened and I fell to the ground
And cried

An excuse to begin closing my windows
Yet no blame can I place on him
Inwardly broken and frightened of the unknown
That weary cool night, my brother was born,
I cried

No control had been placed in my hands
No one had asked me what I wanted
My God simply had different plans
For my family, for his birth, for when
I cried

Plans that would prove greater than I could imagine
For a boy to show us all what life truly is
To prove that love is more powerful than sin
To teach us what it really means
To cry

That night was the foundation of following feats
My brother would breathe and walk,
His mind would prove stronger than possible
The miracle of our home caused us all
To cry

Despite the distress caused by his birth
In time I grew stronger in mind and in heart
For that night I knew that everyday I’d see his face
And realize his joy, his mind, his life. And I’d smile
And cry.
Dedicated to my younger brother with HPE.
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