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?
Awareness