Sujase

What do you see when you look at me?
Do you see that I am magical and beautiful?
How quickly do you see my imperfections, flaws, and scars?
The ones on my skin, below the surface
my heart has bandages and stitches.
What do you see when you look at me?
The epitome of hope and resiliency
Are you evaluating and analyzing how I am a risk, asset, or liability?
Are you waiting for an opportunity to call out my next mistake?
Do you see my potential, my wonders, my victories, my complexities?
Do you see concrete walls, broken glass, accessible windows, unlocked doors, open arms, open heart?
What do you see when you look at me?
Do you see my beautiful mess, my organized systems breaking down? A bumpy, confusing, fragile renewal to say the least.
Do you see my needs, my wants, my desire to be desired?