Hope is the thing with edits
I am
ugly beautiful,
weak strong,
shallow profound.
a
doomed promising,
malformed extraordinary,
mistake triumph
of creation.
(The mirrors, they maim me hideously but I know that is only because their shallow reflections are not capable of containing the depth of my beauty)
I cannot weather this storm
(I will be the eye of the hurricane calm and serene and beautiful and untouched by the chaos and destruction that surrounds me)
I am
pathetic incredible,
such a
fat gorgeous,
dumb insightful,
bitch wonder of this universe.
(I will triumph I will soar over the boxes that try to define me I will not let them I will not)
I am
not worthy of life,
(my heart beats to the rhythm of the words I WILL LIVE I WILL)
of the love given to me and given by me
(in soft red waves of closeness and beauty-- it is love and not blood that runs in my veins)
I am
powerless unstoppable
(I will send the message out into the universe, broadcast not by radio waves but rather by the force of my sheer will:
this is me
this is
me
until I am heard
from all the corners of the cosmos)