I say I want contentment
I lie.
There’s no healing for the healed
No recovery for the sane
Flaw is required for repair
Resurrection’s for the slain
To find perfection is to die,
Immortality the grave
It’s through humanity we grow
Temptation frees the slave
Wisdom and innocence cannot coexist
Which do you want to be?
There is no purpose without struggle
We need to lick our sores
For to be content is to seize up
And improve no more.
© 2011, Carolynn Staib, All Rights Reserved
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