Over The Years

Unlike the happiness that compels,

My sorrows inspired me.

My grief pushed me forward

And my loneliness motivated me.

Unlike the ideal persons that aspire,

My heart had an image of the person I must not be

My memories quenched the raging fire

And my solitude kept me going.

Unlike a soul that touches the hearts of many,

My broken self was along.

My unaccomplished dreams I desired

And my hope faltered but never faded.

Unlike the positivity that helps,

My accusations tempted me to prove them wrong,

My guilt has changed my thoughts

And my regrets reformed me.

Unlike the perfections that helps

My flaws I embraced,

My restlessness gave me hope

And my imperfections just perfected me all the way.