Flawed

Floating in the refuse of life
sinking into the decay left of strife

I lay there perfect in my imperfections
All the flaws drawn out for introspection.

Like a stone from the mine so deep.
Tossed aside on the rubbish heap

The stone with flaws is laced
like unto those that my heart encase

The stone reaches for the touch of the sun
Like I reach for the touch of one.

To bring forth it's beauty flawed
Her touch begins my heart to thaw.

Then the clouds start to roll in
My soul is buffeted by the wind.

The stone once more returns to gray
My heart again begins to decay.

by Nick1959
posted on 11/07/2009