Flawed Love

We hum a tune,

It’s not pitch perfect,

We croak, cry,

Screech, scream,

Laugh and love

At our flaws; innumerable,

Blemishes and scars,

Stretch marks and freckles,

Crooked teeth and double chin,

No abs; only flab,

For only love we deserve, nothing more.

Bruised and betrayed,

Our love; the balm to heal,

We grow a garden of acceptance,

We sow the seeds of hope,

Together, we walk on the path of thorns,

Together, we worry,

Together we are warriors.

Dark days, gloomy nights,

All pass with you by my side,

There are days we quibble and quarrel,

Our faults gain spotlight,

Wrath and angst; a hurricane we create,

Tears trickle; a deluge we design,

Silence follows; calm after the storm,

Yet thoughts create a puzzling conundrum,

Building the cacophony in our minds,

We doubt, we conceal.

But the roots of acceptance grows,

The river of patience flows,

Inseparable are we,

Our bond is made of steel,

How can I be separated from I?

This poem is about love,

Of self; a treasure trove,

For we search for love in places,

Except from within.