Authors Note: This is the latest poem I've written. Inspired by Emily Dickinsons style of writing, if it seems odd. But, I like it. Please Read and Review! I'd love to know what you all think! -Roni

Perfection

It is but a lie –

That perfection – is too far beyond ones reach?

Who is one to say that – I am not perfect – if I believe – that I am?

I am happy – am I not?

I am aware of who lives within these flesh and bones – am I not?

I understand – this life – that I live –

Of which I live chaotically – yet – happily –

…Is that not sound?

…Is that unheard of?

…Is it too bold of me to say?

Well, who is striking judgment – certainly not someone content with their state of being?

Please – I ask of you –

- Answer this -

Who is it – that once first said –

That true perfection is just futile – for one – to try to – be?