Masterpiece

I am not a Masterpiece.

I am a work in progress.

I have flaws.

A LOT of them.

I am painfully aware of

-

each

-

and

-

every

-

one.

-

My eraser is well-worn.

-

I am my worst critic.

I don't need anyone to point out my imperfections.

I know them all too well.

-

Please be kind.

Your criticism cuts more than you realize.

Blood will never come from those wounds.

Those types of wounds bleeds salty tears.

Tears you will never see.

Those tears are only seen by those who love me wholly.

Unconditionally.

Despite all of my imperfections.

-

I know.

I need to do the same.

-

I will be more kind.

I need to remember that NONE of us are Masterpieces.

We are ALL works in progress.