the opposite of perfect

i use to think i needed a "perfect life" but now i am seeing that sinks with dishes

and tables that need dusting are not the end of the world

the end of the world is when kindness is replaced by the need to be right

when those who are different are shamed and scorned

the end of the world is when i am asleep 

walking in auto-correct mode

this imperfect life

 this not trying to hide the holes life

is where hope happens

dirt can be removed, always

but shots in the spirit are harder to repair

if all i do is pick my sister's shoe up

handing it to her with a hug

then it is enough

to transform one day

into a smile