Dena Kessler

Perfect






I've never been perfect--
you all know that's true.
I have many regrets
that have haunted me, too.
I had hoped that my sins
were forgiven by those
who were hurt by my ignorance,
but I suppose
that's too much to ask
from those whose perfection
excludes them from feeling
the pain of rejection.
I long to be perfect,
I know it's a dream.
I cannot acheive it--
or so it would seem.
My sympathies to those
who cannot forgive.
They don't have the grace
to "live and let live."

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