This Is My Voice. There

I Accept That Today May Be Imperfect... I Accept That I May Be As Well. What I Don't Accept Is That Imperfection Should Be The Crutch I Use To Excuse Myself From Participating In Joy.

I've Been Told That People In The Army Do More By 7:00 Am Than I Do In An Entire Day But If I Wake At 6:59 Am And Turn To You To Trace The Outline Of Your Lips With Mine I Will Have Done Enough And Killed No One In The Process.

I You Can't See Anything Beautiful About Yourself, Get A Better Mirror. Look A Little Closer, Stare A Little Longer. Because There Is Something Inside You That Made You Keep Trying Despite Everyone Who Told You To Quit. You Built A Cast Around Your Broken Heart And Signed It Yourself, You Signed It They Were Wrong.

Don't Tell Me That [broken Heartstrings] Hurt Less Than A Broken Bone, That An Ingrown Life Is Something Surgeons Can Cut Away, That There's No Way For It To Metastasize - It Does.

I Sit Before Flowers 
hoping They Will Train Me In The Art 
of Opening Up