I see the damage of the critical words in the wounded look in your eyes.
She has taught you that its about the pursuit of perfection,
and that your failing.
But its not about perfection.
Its sunken into your soul, and the reflection you see in the mirror is false.
You are so far from failing!
You are learning from a light that shines from the wrong direction.
And I pray one day you’ll turn, and see the Brighter Light that I see.
The Light that gives you peace.
Because the lessons in this life aren't meant to make you perfect.
The secret of life is love.
Its about finding joy in something you excel at,
and pushing that joy as far as it will ride.
Its about those moments when you laugh ‘til milk comes out your nose
and the world seems like a tolerable place.
It’s about falling down and breaking into painful pieces,
then standing up and replacing the parts.
It’s about knowing when to admit defeat, about knowing how to laugh at yourself.
And don’t dwell too long on the darkness, it will eat you alive if you let it.
Its about finding someone whose heart becomes a piece of your own
And making little babies who carry half your genes and all your hopes.
Its about reaching out to someone who needs you,
and seeing that your compassion made a difference.
It’s about love.
Author notes
Prompt: The secret of life
A contest entry
- Pick Your Own by Broken-Bones.
450 points, ended September 20, 2008, 36 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Hows the format? Do i need to break it up differently?
Comments
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This seemed like a really sincere piece, I could image saying this to a loved one and I thought it seemed very caring. I loved the line "Its about finding someone whose heart becomes a piece of your own", that was a lovely way to think about life and is a really nice way of conveying love. The last line was really nice, I like its simplicity and how it seemed to the point. Great work x
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Hello. I like parts of this poem, due to the sentiments expressed, but have to admit not all, but then it isn't my view expressed, hahaha. There are some pieces I do really like though, and cute little observations, and some insightful lines. I thought it was well written and can say nothing critical about it in terms of that, other than some minor corrections:
"But its not about perfection." should be "it's"
"Its sunken" should be "it's"
There are 2 more "its" in stanza 4, and 2 more in the last stanza to sort out.
My regards.
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