Perfection we can never achieve

as perfectly imperfect

was each of our own marked

destiny.

All of our days
we toil beneath the sun
to discover
the truth
the purpose
the answer
to our love
our anguish
our life.

I cannot save you.
You cannot save me.

Our seed begins the journey new
our truths we sought so hard to find
can only be discovered by the young
with time.

Our journey’s only purpose
was the discovery of self.
Simply to discover
we MUST

forgive our own imperfect self.

Remembering daily
to connect with love
It is not I.
It is not you.
We are the roots
that form we.

These roots form our family tree
They must create a foundation
that cannot bend or blow

Fore it is only then within
our tree.

Our life

will flourish and grow.

-Heather Alani