Not the Perfect

No longer
can I walk the
miles and miles
in search of
            It


How many
How much
was over looked
     passed by
     picked up


Only
   to be tossed
               aside
again


Waiting
       Watching
               Hoping
                     for
Perfection


Now
  not quite
out The Other Side
of this particular storm
                        but
Nearly
      Almost
            Close
Enough
      to
smell dawn on the wind


I am Content


Having come so far
Having driven so hard
Having chosen
Having been
           chosen
Having been
Not
chosen


I am Content


No


I am
    Grateful


Grateful
        Great
Full


For what
        lies
at my feet
up a few steps
from where I have
landed


Sherds and shards and pieces


Beautiful broken
                remnants
of what was once
      Perfection


Or was it
         ever
Is it not
         now
a perfect kind of
                 Broken
that I am living
     Healing
     Mending
a perfect kind of
                 Broken
that will
         leave
silver skirted scars
                    to
creep
across the surface
of what I once called
                     Life


Clouds
gulf-coloured grey and
gorgeous
cover the sun and
I realize
I realize
I
  See
the Beauty of the storm


The strength of being
stretched beyond breaking
the gut-dropping
                wonder
of leaping
of rising
         then
falling
      to
        ride
      to
        float
             just
Under
     the surface


Only there
Only here
gasping and blind
shore still hidden
destination unknown
Only here lies
              true
Perfection

c.sdmrogers 4 june 2017