musings · Poetry

I used to be afraid 

I used to be afraid
of flaws and imperfections.
Each one a point of weakness
or failing.
I used to be afraid
of uniqueness.
Content to hide
in shame-cloaked anonymity.

I used to be afraid
of humility and hunger.
Need, a weapon,
me, my own enemy.
I used to be afraid.
A grasshopper,
cloaked as a giant,
a reality I could not face.

I used to be afraid.
Then darkness descended.
Through each crack,
Light emerged.
Weakness became strength.

I am no longer afraid.
Imperfections now a great gift,
And I,
a grateful recipient of grace.

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