a hot knife that makes it
too easy to slice butter
finds a challenge with
frozen secrets and steely veils
that’s poetic for cutting through
scene or circumstance to
reveal a hidden truth
don’t we all believe every beauty
contains an ugliness and what’s
ugly hides something beautiful?
do you agree that wounds
are perfect because our “perfection”
has always lived wounded?
now that we got that
out of the way let’s get back
to giving each other a break
stop forgetting that behind
toughness we all have soft
guts riddled with mistakes
and please get honest
about how really tender
and childlike your heart is
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