Life is a collection of imperfect movements…
A series of squiggly lines,
Zig zags,
And blobs of color.
From up close we can see all the cracks and crevices
Of the portraits we’re portraying to the world,
Which appears random.
It’s only when we zoom out that
We see how each seemingly chaotic element adds to
The beauty of our masterpiece.
Embrace the imperfections.
Take a step back and
Admire your painting thus far.
About the Creator
T.L. Amber
Poet | Sober | Healing through words
Published Children’s book author!
I think we should human-be, more
And human-do, less
www.tlamber.com
@t.l.amber
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