my horizons

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