Perfect Imperfection

Poem about dreams and aspirations tainted by reality.

I had a plan for my perfect life

Planned to perfection with perfect detail

My perfect career, my perfect home, my perfect family and my perfect self

My perfect life

Then the storm came and I got taken up in clouds of artifice 

Clouds of blindness, clouds of deceit, clouds of make-believe

In that moment in that time of my life, my plan was lost to me

Gone was my education for I could not reason

Gone was my perfect home for my home was were darkness lay

Gone was my perfect family for I did not see beyond my person

Gone was my perfect self for she was lost to me

Gone was my perfect life for I was living but nearly dead

A walking shell of existence

Spiraling downward, falling faster, no way to stop the descent

Lost to myself, lost to the world, shattered and left alone

Alone in my now imperfect life

Naked and dirty, afraid and wounded

I did this to myself, I did this to myself, I did this to myself

I hear the somber tone of the death knell

It is ringing for my demise

And ringing and ringing until…

I finally awaken from the lurid state I had been living

The dream of life is back once more

Now it has been attuned

This time the plan is not for the perfect life

For what is truly a perfect life?

Adjusted to the twists and turns, the rise and fall, the unforeseen events

Acclamation to the present

Awareness of the past

Assimilation of my future

Lost then found, proud now humble, sick now full of life

My imperfect perfect life