Honest Words

What if we are born onto this earth
As fractured souls
In order to search for the components
That would make us whole?
Perhaps we are not meant to
Judge ourselves and each other
By the things we exclude
And do not do
But by what we embrace
And choose to include.
Do we each not deserve the chance
To live, to love, to desire
For with all our hearts
The keys that will unlock the hiding place
Of our missing parts
What if the greatest gift our creator gave us
Was imperfection?
The ability to pick and choose who we are
How we think
What we feel
Why do we choose instead to pick away
At cryptic messages and hypotheticals
For a truth that we can call our faith?
We all take sides saying everyone else is wrong
But they too are singing the same song
When all our lives give in to the light
Tell me, which ones will be right?