Undiluted, unfiltered, almost unreachable
Almost unseen, but vaguely appearing through screens.
Cut in cloth meant to be torn,
Then stiched and sowed from what would otherwise be worn.
Held by broken nails
Underneath the rays of sun;
This is what keeps faith.
Silenced to thoughts
Inspired to tears,
Faltered by imperfections.
Seen as perfect, ambitious,
Unstoppable, yet stopping at every
Crossroad just to let out a sigh of relief.
Seated at the table of sinners,
Eating from a different plate
Until the mirror is reflected.
And I too taste the beautiful pain,
Outside the confines of the comfortable.
Never by choice, no never by choice.