This is Me...

I have flaws, I’m entirely made of them
I wonder how you love me
I ain’t no saint or Satan, I’m a glass full of cracks.
I’m rugged and spilled, I don’t smell like roses
Or feel like petals.
I am…Ink.
I shall leave my stain wherever I touch.
I’m the thorn that pricks when someone tries to prick you.
I am nothing
But a mosaic of my thoughts,
bear with me....

Reviews

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Powerful and self critical written in a voice that is both defiant and yet vulnerable. Poetry with pathos!

[keith]

woooooow ... self deprecation taken to another level
very honest in a raw revealing manner that embraces hard line and beautiful thought
good read well written ... thank you