We Ain’t Perfect (a poem)

We made this damn house into a home
It wasn’t easy – cross-country stress
Highways blurring together and
Fast-food at rest stops hunkered down
With the animals in the backseat
We did it because we had to but we build
And we move on – it’s the only thing you can do
When shit hits you in the face and you’re left
With unappealing options – but regardless
We are here and we did it and damn things
Ain’t perfect but love never is and people never are
And we got holes in our souls and carry those
Generational traumas like battle scars
And we’ll never entirely heal or be perfect
Until we’re six feet under or incinerated into ashes
And we see the face of God and damnit
It will all be worth it

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