Perfection donned human skin,

and played

the violin.

People cheered

in a daze

But never figure what the song says.

A smile of a thousand stars.

Enthralled hearts kept in jars.

Her greatest fear long gone;

Who fears failure if they're never wrong?

Perfection donned human lungs

And spoke

in human tongues.

Issues solved

with her voice,

Though those who listened seldom had choice.

A smile of a thousand stars.

Enthralled hearts kept in jars.

Her greatest fear long gone;

Who fears failure if they're never wrong?

Perfection donned human head,

but with

kind thoughts instead.

And smart ones

filled her too.

How could someone be so wise and true?

A smile of a thousand stars.

Enthralled hearts kept in jars.

Her greatest fear long gone;

Who fears failure if they're never wrong?

Perfection donned human brain

and soon

felt disdain.

"How," she wailed,

"Can this be?

Without success, who could value me?"

A s̶m̶i̶l̶e̶ of a thousand stars.

Enthralled h̶e̶a̶r̶t̶s̶ kept in jars.

Her greatest fear l̶o̶n̶g̶ ̶g̶o̶n̶e̶;

Who fears failure if they're n̶e̶v̶e̶r̶ wrong?

P̶e̶r̶f̶e̶c̶t̶i̶o̶n̶ donned human heart.

Slowly

rose to restart.

Smiled behind

tearstained eyes.

Prospect of perfection: naught but lies.

A smile of a misty sky,

with loved ones by her side.

She'd always fear failure.

But everyone makes mistakes, see?

So it's okay.

If I were without my problems who would I be?

All these problems play their role in me being me.

Although, not all of my problems seem fair

These problems of mine are my cross to bare

May they be mental, physical or emotionally earned

Within these problems are lessons I have learned

without any and all of problems I wouldn't be me.

So without my problems who would I be?

What are we

without Problem?

our little problems,

Bigger PROBLEMS

We are Nothing

nothing

to dissolve...

no shoestring

to live on

tie up and

unravel

or trip

out over

and skin

the knee that

Knock knocks

upon the floor

...

No hair bow

to adorn

the crown

of the sweat

kissed and

wrinkled brow

below tresses

that just won't

stay matted

down...

with that

one steady

cowlick that

while walking

Knock knocks

at the forehead

to remind

...

How does the

mind wonder

from the minor

to the Major...

Problems

of Health,

and Death

which at

every other

second

like one tooth

upon another

Knock knocks

with withheld

breath and blood

given wait time:

for the heart

to respond

in kind...

Are we beat?

Or are we beating?

Without our problems challenge @RosemarieThorn