Wanjeri GakuruI am imperfection,
The scars of my indiscretions criss-cross my being,
my heart beats as my soul weeps,
a trillion thoughts flick back and forth in heavy rotation,
my waters ebb and do not flow,
my inner glow flickers…intermittently
there’s no bridge over these troubled waters,
only a weighted conscience that constantly falters,
battling easy questions that demand difficult answers,
a sweet melody with no dancers, a dungeon full of daggers,
torn up inside,
burdened with “If I’s”,
till I finally accept that I am imperfection,
a simple girl with such limitations,
woken up to the fact that it’s no justification,
but a wake up call to rethink my life’s destination