This Day

This day I am what I am
with my weaknesses
my sorrows
my tears and joys.

This day I am good enough,
trying to do my best
with the resources I have.

This day I am imperfect,
an unfinished lover
walking in this reality as me.

This day I am silent,
making no noise about myself.
This day I love as I can.
This day I have wounds
but I love in spite of them.

This day I am loved
with all my bruises.
This day I am forgiven.

How much love can one day bear?


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