Perfect Disaster
Here, in the middle
of my own secret disaster-
I found myself alone!
It was never a sadness, just where
my beautiful madness found a home.
In that home, I fell.
I fell into what I had found. In love!
I fell in love with my own sounds.
My heart was opened. My heart
had been wildly set free!
All that time there it was. Just waiting
for me to finally see-
Here, in the middle
of my own sweet disaster-
I found myself! I found
I am my own perfect disaster!
Copyright © Kerrie Sursely | Year Posted 2013
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