below the layers
of desired
(or assumed)
perfection
imperfection beats her native drum,
pounding out a rhythm
of mistakes and inconvenient truths,
demanding to be heard,
believing there's a warning
to be sounded in the soul.
Reach down into the cage;
befriend the beast and find a way
to understand the gift it brings;
the golden treasure offered up
by childhood fears and all the ways
our wise souls found to soothe us.
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