Not Perfect


a slave and a master
a victim,
a monster,
gaping hole
(& other random sorry citizens)
canned in her stained-glass skin
fight to surface,
fight to belong,
fight to cower,
fight just to fight (damn it)
fight to earn
(both all there is, and all that isn’t)

and i just can’t whip myself to budge
(toward her)
nor be a stubborn jackass anymore
(against Him)
i can’t stand idly by, just to sit down.
i can’t keep moving, just to be still…
i already have a king
i don’t need more rules
i have three, piercing me through Thee…

i just need…
i just want to fix you, please
i have these pieces, let me just help you back together…

yes, that will make me feel better.

to see you, looking like you aren’t broken
and to stop feeling my own shattered self for now.