It Thrives Within the Held
perfection is a myth
I will not claim the mirror lies, but I will pray to Time that you may see how I do when observing your existence like a cat on the seventeenth floor bird watches.
I hope someday you'll understand that perfection is a myth concocted by someone who felt awkward about themselves and wanted the world to join in. Afterall, it's only a party if we suffer together.
I won't promise you will always be comfortable when gazing through an optimistic lens or catching the faintest reflection of your body in windows of buildings who reach toward the heavens, picking clouds like ripened blueberries off the branch.
It is easier if you can accept beauty isn't always in the eye of the beholder. Sometimes, it thrives within the held.
I can sense your apprehension, but when you gaze in the mirror a little longer, take a selfie with your aging mother, peel away the layers of "should be", you may discover that confidence blooms in living rather than being perceived.
About the Creator
Sam Eliza Green
Wayward soul, who finds belonging in the eerie and bittersweet. Poetry, short stories, and epics. Stay a while if you're struggling to feel understood. There's a place for you here.
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Eloquently woven; I like all of your writing however this pierces my heart.
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Incredible. Seriously. Love the free form style. The imagery. The everything. Well done!
This was so uplifting! Very beautifully written!
I love the message here and the gentle tone you used to convey it.