Imperfections

Imperfections
crown her soul
Each mar upon her skin,
each scar of a battle before
reminds her of a time
when life held its secret tight.
The lessons she has learned
shine brightly in haloed innocence
And bid her to continue along
a path unknown, a path she must travel.

Her chariot is hope, its horse is faith
as she journeys across the night sky
full of the sandman’s ambition
to conquer imagination,
to tame inspiration,
to follow her dreams.

She is blind to herself;
opaque memories shroud
her in self doubt,
yet she awaits the day
when clarity allows for
her soul to emerge.