Today I am dedicating my post to all who have courage
to live on their own terms breaking the tethers which hinder their growth
I am perfect in my imperfection,
When the rain cleanse my soul
I enjoy my wet hair plaster around my face,
When the soft sand cling to my feet
I feel grateful for music of the sea shore.
When I laugh my face may wrinkle
But my heart expands in joy,
When tears flow on to my cheeks
I may look like a clown
But why should I hide my hurt,
My love is unconditional and selfless
Then where is the need to prove if ?
When I pen my thoughts
There may be a dot (.) Or a coma (,) missing
But does it really matter to you ?
As I may be imperfect in wording
But I know what I am communicating.
Perfection is a sign of stagnation
Imperfection an opportunity to grow.
Why the suppressive society tethers bind me ?
When I know I have a mind of my own
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Via Daily prompt : Tether
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