What is perfection?
Does it even exist?
Why are we so eager to sacrifice the best in us over a myth?
Blind we are to believe within perfection lies beauty
A useless word to masquerade silent cruelty.
The absence of growth
A state of sick complacency
A place to hide from our cowardice.
There is no light without darkness
Intertwined they are for eternity
One without the other reflects only ugliness
Every “perfect” person hiding from themselves
Too scare to succumb to the silence
They fill their day with false games.
Cup after cup of honey until it makes you ill,
A butterfly with just one wing
The Moon without its Sun
Rain without blue skies.
Dare to empty your soul
To release your emotions
To be fucking raw.
Don’t be afraid to show off your wounds
Cry as many times as necessary
Release all the pain
Then watch as life brings you back…
Why so much fear to be honest with yourself?
To admit you have dark thoughts and secrets?
Desires others would condemn?
Your mind a fiery volcano
Your spirit infused with life’s breath
That is what you’ll get,
All you have to do is embrace both sides of self,
A gift which cannot be attained by getting down on your knees
Nor by investing in your ego and its false superficiality.
Are you willing to admit it?
Do you have the courage to confront yourself?
It’s the only way your eyes will be open and see what most miss,
Understanding life’s secrets, chaos and bliss
Where your faith won’t be based on false idols made of clay,
Fantasies created by the mind in order to survive
Real faith is earned
As you confront yourself, you learn this each time
Faith was always within you
The fabric of your mundane DNA.
You live and die not understanding
The balance you seek has always been there
But are you willing to pay its price?
Or is it simpler to smile and beg?
Like a miserable ant apologizing for each breath you take
You tell yourself you are “good” and “perfect”, so it hurts less
Sacrificing the best in you for the worst in them
Racing to obtain a false medal that says you have value
But your medal is made of nothing but shit.
You gave up the fight long ago
You stopped getting to know yourself
You sold your soul for false acceptance
You picked your poison…
Religion over real faith
Popularity over knowledge of self
Masks in exchange for being called “normal”
“Fit in” they screamed and you succumbed to their demands
Giving up your real imperfect self to their twisted commands.
The ability to see both sides
Imperfect that is what I am.
My faith won’t permit me to sell my spirit
To give up my imperfect being upon false altars full of shame
While you insult and try to abuse me
I dance to my own imperfect tune
Can you dare do the same?
Contempt towards those who claim to have the “perfect” soul
I am imperfect!… I shout to all
I am the saint and the sinner
I am the loser and the winner.
I so believe in the power of humanity
I refuse to give up, so you may dress me up in false “light”
I don’t want perfection
I don’t want to be blind
I don’t want to have clean “innocent” hands,
For innocence is not naiveness
Nor hypocrisy masqueraded as light.
I am proud of the bruises within my spirit and my mind
I don’t run away from the challenge
I will continue to fight the dark you call “perfection”
As I grow through life’s lessons.
I trust it will provide me with strength
I trust the process of life
I dance between darkness and light
THAT, is where you can find my faith.
Easy I don’t expect
I welcome the sinners
More than I care for the so-called saints.
I dress in scarlet without shame
And walk with the ‘misfits” of this life
They are the ones who know the steps to this dance.
Life baptized my soul with fire
And washed me under the primordial waters of chaos
It ripped my useless skin
And dressed me up in a lion’s fur,
It ripped away the complacent voice
And gave me the strength to howl with the wolves.
You say I am a sinner and imperfect
You say I am weird and crazy
For in madness there is raw truth
In darkness there is wisdom
And within wisdom real light.
Gold is refined in fire
The lotus grows best in a swamp
A swan was an ugly cygnet
And the butterfly had to undergo darkness to earn its wings
Can you start to comprehend?
Are you starting to see?
What a beautiful word,
Imperfect, that is who I am
And imperfectly beautiful is my world!
-Sofia E. Falcone-