poetry

Almost Real

carved to order

By sacrifices made

Been sold for love

And sent to the salt

Mines

All you’ve asked is to be seen

Until you saw yourself

And to know the pleasure

Of being wanted 

Not needed

Bearing the burden

Still sometimes struggling

But borne with strength

This too,shall pass

Through to sweetness 

And again

should such flowers fail 

to bloom,

remember you’re real

No matter who carved you

Planed the rough parts

Smooth and pleasing to touch

And beneath the right lights

You’re

Almost

Real

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