Jennifer Odiase
@jenniferodiase
1 year ago
Perfect Mind
The illusion of perfection is so real
Behind every act, it lingers, yet confined
white as snow, pure as a slate when untamed
Hidden amongst lies to thrive, wild and pure
Perfection lives in a white mind.
The white mind as a child, unable to live blindly.
Innocence at its peak
perfection seeming unattainable, yet it had been lived by many.
Buried in the heart of a child, blooming.
Its bloom can be hindered or allowed to strive
As an individual, you must first live as a child pure of lies.
The white mind is like a flower that can bloom at any time.
Morning, noon, or at night depending on the time it chooses.
Let's not forget that as long as it's a flower it must bloom.
You are the perfect mind, and you can bloom at any time, That you didn't bloom in the morning doesn't make you less of a flower.
You definitely would bloom.
#Poetry
