Are you comfortable with the company you keep?
the skin that you wear?
the decisions you make –
the great ones, the good ones
the bad ones and,
even the terrible ones?
Do you accept the wrinkles,
the imperfections,
the bones of your being?
I hope so.
This is your life.
Your song.
And only you can sing it.
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via Song
Is my hair in little tangles
Do I laugh when I recline
Do I make my paintings messy?
Then, thank you, yes, I’m fine.
Do I lose my rhythm dancing
on a silvery cloud nine
and laugh since it don’t matter
if you laugh at my benign?
When I forget to wear the “good”shoes
where in fancy restaurant, dine
Can’t I let my toes be happy
while indulging my waistline?
Will you think of me uncouth if,
preferring the bus line,
I talk to random strangers
than the snobby, asinine?
Somewhere in the midst of fake
I have to draw the line
and teeter not upon it
but erect in my design.
And, thank you, yes, I’m fine.
Image credit, painting by Angela Morgan
via Messy
I’m a full-fledged non-hater
Evil, I’ve fought
A fine moderator
(except when I’m not)
Profound is my mind
It keeps trains of thought
I’m a woman refined
(except when I’m not)
I’m a top-notch debater
find every weak spot
A master creator
(except when I’m not)
I’m the queen idea lighter
weave interesting plots
I’m an excellent writer
(except when I’m not)
I am quick to recover
heal when I ought
I’m an exceptional lover
(except when I’m not)
I’m an fabulous teacher
all subjects I’ve taught
A perfect-made creature?
I accept I am not.
Accepting this non-exceptional self-portrait
Daily Word Prompt: Exceptional
Carolyn Dennis-Willingham 