For All The Young People,, Poetry

- j.l

I was so underserving.

And yet, you were

so relentless.

I pushed – you pulled.

I wept – you embraced.

I bled – you repaired.

I faltered – you shushed.

I stopped – you smiled.

I was a disaster –

the worst kind.

And yet, you still

had the audacity

to let me know

that I was beautiful.