Late Night Creativity-Imperfect Me

 I'm a night owl. Some of the best things I writing, happen late at night. Something about a quiet house, everyone else asleep gets the creative juices flowing.

This is a poem very close to my heart.

It's call Imperfect Me.

If you can relate, I would love to hear you story.

Enjoy!!

IMPERFECT ME

This loneliness eats at my soul

My chest is heavy with sadness

No matter what I do, I can’t shake it

This listlessness saps the energy from my body

Leaving me wanting

What exactly am I wanting????

*Sigh*

Maybe one day I will figure it out

Until then, I want, I need, desperate; I crave that something just out of reach

I hear the ticking of the clock

Seconds, minutes, hours

My defeated shadow moves across the cold room that feels so much like a prison

The telephone, useless, no one’s calling

I have nothing

Nothing but this self-refection

All this pain I need to dig through to see that infamous light on the other side

Inside my still body, the tempest grows

It beats at the shores of my mind, leaving me drenched

The pain floods the weak boundaries

And I am unable to suppress it, unable to contain it

I spills over, battering my body, curled, tears streaming

The sobs assault my senses

Self-reflection, this necessary evil that sweeps every corner of my being

No matter how dark, no matter how isolated

Nothing is inaccessible

Nothing

And finally

In the sparkling rays of the morning sun,

I rise, cleansed, a better me

I step forward, all the self-loathing, doubt and hesitation left behind

In its place, self-love and appreciation, confidence and self-acceptance

This is me, flaws and cracks, parts of all the things that make me unique, special, worth love

This is me, breathing in what peace of mind feels like

And I smile

When You Found Me

This is something I just scribbled on a boring Sunday afternoon. Enjoy!!!
   

Drowning, suffocated by all the hypocracy of this self-destructive world. I thank God for the day you found me. In your arms, the nightmare of alarm clocks, deadlines and self-righteous dictators melt away into a deep blue sea of comfort and love. The bottomless waters of your love wash away the pollution of the mold that society dictates I should be.it cleanses this soul that bleeds while wars rage, forests are destroyed, children are abused, starved of the true, lasting affection that I have found with you. 

The day you found me, you gently coaxed the smile that was buried beneath the rubble back to the surface. You showed me the brighter side of this cold, uncaring world. You showed me the relief that the crimson sunset brings, how tears wash away the pressures of the day. That tears are not a sign of weakness but of strength. That day and every other day after, you reminded me how much little things make a difference; spending time with the ones you love, learning something new, savoring your favorite ice-cream cone, the comfort of a warm blanket on a cold night.

The day you found me, you helped me come to realization of my self-worth and love. You forced me to see the vast treasures of this world through unsullied eyes. I realized my capacity to love and be loved and even with disappointments, past, present and future, I know that I can be me, unique and beautiful, in the face of all this uncertainty.

For that day, today and tomorrow, I love you as I know you love me. I will always be here for you as you have been for me. For the days when you think you are not strong enough and cannot survive, come to the arms of the one you love and loves you. Smile and remember the day I found you.