Masterpiece
Created in His Image
Hey you
Yeah I’m
Talking to
You,
You are a
Masterpiece
Created
In the image
Of the
Master-craftsman.
Hey you
Yeah, I’m talking
To you
Perfection is
A myth
So stop beating
Yourself
Up
Every-time
Something
Doesn’t go as
Planned
Keep working
Towards
Your dreams
Remembering
We all stumble
And fall.
Hey you,
Yeah I’m
Talking to you
Dream big
Because God
Gave us the
Gift of dreams
But don’t put
Those dreams
Before humanity.
Hey you
Yeah you
You are a Masterpiece
Painted
With loving hands
Your imperfections
Don’t make
You broken
They give
You strength.
Copyright ©️ Michelle R kidwell
October.01.2022
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Michelle Renee Kidwell
Abled does not mean enabled. Disabled does not mean less abled.” ― Khang Kijarro Nguyen
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