tonight I am a failure.
I’ve convince myself that I keep my hand out stretched to others,
That sooner or later everyone will
have there hands stretched out
But if I look beyond my own limits
I see a lot of people with
hands clenched in a fist.
and soon or later I ask myself is it my hands
that are clenched in fists.
tonight my hands reach for surrender.
tomorrow is a new day to reach out to…
imperfection is the most beautiful thing to reach for.

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