I’m a crumbly little thing
A recipe missing a key ingredient

Stumbling
Fumbling

Clumsy and foolish

But I know

Later in the silence
In the midnight hour
Reviewing

Filtering
Like a photo
Editing
Like an essay

Cringing at that “one thing”
That one moment
That one statement

Clumsy and foolish
I know

I was once told
Taught even
Life is a test
A performance

But aren’t we all failing?
Crumbling little specimens
With missing ingredients
And this or that gone wrong?

It seems like an experience
And I can only learn

I want to be pretty
Liked
Appreciated
Favorited
Noticed

Or.

Maybe just understood

Maybe just kind
Helpful
Healing

But I stumble
I trip

And then
God forbid!
They see.

That I am flawed
Human
Very silly

Just like them.

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