A small smattering of rough poems as part of NaNoWriMo 2019 prep:

I am

I can take on more than I am given credit for in life. I should be able to taste all of what life has to offer without fear or repercussion. I am broken. I am growing. I am perfect in all my imperfections. I am not in need but in want. I wander to be lost and hunt to be found. This isn’t something I want to control but let the will of whatever god, God, or spirit you accept. An open soul and mind can let in the best along with the worst. However, neither can be fully appreciated without the other. I’m learning to just say “okay” and let life find me.

Perfection

I never want to stay perfectly the same
I am not perfect
I will never be
But I can change to be better

I feel my core centered
Solid
Unmoving but the colors around it flutter in and out
An ever changing pattern of mystery and growth

I see you as imperfect
I love each flaw
I want to see them breathe in and out of you as your cells die
You will physically be a different person in 7 years

Our souls should rebuild with our corporal representations

I love your core
I love your growth
Love mine
Change with me

I want to see all the people you will be from here until we can’t

Power

I was given power
On a corner by strangers
Encouraged by a stranger
I’ll never truly be the same