Day 30 – Imperfection


I watch the trees outside move in the breeze.

Their new blossoms flow lazy and smooth. 

This month moves faster than I ever thought it could,

And for the first time I do not look into the mouth of that lion called change,

As May ushers itself in.

Life is long and short,

And springtime is here in all it’s glory before I’ve really bid winter goodbye.

I watch the very first blooms of bleeding hearts in the backyard sway in the wind.

They are me, beautiful in our imperfection. 




Pushed into a box.

Can’t do this, 
Or that. 
Must be so careful, 
Tie your life up into ribbons and hold them tight. 

Second guessing,
Left to scrutinize and criticize, 
Cover the footprints I leave in the snow. 

Pushed into a box. 

I am like a lion,
Not meant to be contained.