I Am Imperfection Poem by Zoe Guillory

I am a shadow
and a figure in the sun.
I am nothing but the distant echo
of a fallen empire.
I am a mountain stream,
rushing to the ground.
I am a foreign book,
tattered and worn.
I am Ignorance.
I am a puppy searching for its mother,
something it will never see.
I am the full moon,
pulling out the werewolves and oceans.
I am a shattered mirror,
abandoned in the dust.
I am a burned caterpillar,
never to become a butterfly.
I am the last snowflake to melt.
I am the wind,
moving voices and people as I pass.
I am a tree in the fall,
losing what keeps me warm.
I am the crumpled Joker in a deck of cards.
I am Hatred.
I am Love.
I am a falling star, shining for only a moment
and plummeting into the darkness.
I am a blood-stained photo,
torn from the scrapbook of Life.
I am a butterfly with one wing,
left in the ashes to die.
I am the puppet master,
held up by the strings of Fear.
I am Nothing.