Lessons on Being Human


I lie here with my imperfections,
I lie here with all my sins,
yet I don't fear my transgressions;
I rejoice in the ink of my pen.
I don't shy away from tomorrow's lessons,
because I think I finally learned one:
What it means to be human
and the state that we all live in.

I think I'll allow those tears to fall;
I so earnestly tried to it all hold in.
I think I'll keep my soreness and scars-
stop rubbing ointment on them.
I'll smile when I'm happy
and have serenity when upset.
I think I'll run a little harder
and not fear my hair getting wet.

It's all part of being human.
I only get one chance, so I want to address
this life with a little charisma
and live without a single regret.

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