Arms of Imperfection
by Gertie
Looking at my arms,
all I see are railroad tracks.
Railroad tracks due to scars.
Scars that were caused
by acts of self harm.
Thankfully, no more acts of
self harm and now just
reminders of it.
Tag Archives: Imperfection
Intro to Poetry; Day 5; Imperfect
Untitled Poem
by Gertie
The state of American politics is beyond maddening,
It is more saddening,
as the shittyness of all this will put us all in the loony bin.
Or maybe we just need a different way to screen out the rogue politician.
The politician that is driving most of America to the brinks of insanity,
is having us all rethink of ways to build back our community
and in a good way.
Writing: Intro to Poetry; Day Five: Imperfect
Abscessed Flute
by Gertie
Life is full of imperfection,
Like an out of tune flute section.
Now is the time to be tuned,
Or you might become imperfect like an abscessed wound.
Best not become an infected wound and play that flute to perfection.
Gertie's Journey 