Tale of the flawed spirit 1(A poem by Phanuel Ayelum)

Sometimes;

I wish I were perfect.

Making only the best decisions,

I would have everyone’s respect.

In some moments;

I wish I were infallible,

Completely ideal,

Lacking a single flaw.

But other times;

My errors paint onto me-

Like painted imagery on a canvas,

They give me identity.

Sometimes;

I accept my flawed self-

But my wishes still haunt me when-

the wishlist falls off my book shelf

By : Phanuel Ayelum.

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I am always telling people around about the importance of self acceptance. Informing them to understand that to error is human and that no one should ever feel bad for making mistakes.

And yet, on several occasions (probably everyday), I struggle with it too. I find myself drowning in oceans of my own guilt and running through the woods of regret. It’s all very poetic 😂

The point is, I think we should all take sometime to ourselves and learn to acknowledge that flaws are an indelible part of our construct. Our tales wouldn’t be the same without them.

In times to come, I may write more poems under the same title but until then;

Like this poem if you liked it, share and feel free to leave a comment, really, I appreciate it all!
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