here i am
home again
awake in the
watches of the night
thinking
of my hurts
and fears
and disappointments
but i remember that
my horizons
are
infinite
sure
i’m far from
perfect
not sylph-like
not flawless
not genius
despite
what they say
but my
horizons are
infinite
no matter what
and i wish
i were a model
of grace and
poise
of tact
sensibility
charm
beauty
wit and intelligence
i wish the
things that come out
of my mouth
made sense
that i could
make
snappy comebacks
sure
i wish i didn’t
constantly
trip on the
stones in my path
causing problems
galore
but then
are even the perfect
truly flawless
are the graceful
sometimes graceless
are the tactful sometimes
blunt
is my life
bound by
man-forged
fetters
no
for He made
my horizons
infinite
