The saint who carries a devil's impulse
The nun that wears a hooker's face.
A mother who throws her infant's tantrums,
The looser who somehow came first place.
Her strength defeats an entire army,
His tears prevent a killing fight.
Children learn to nurture their own parents
While day passes into night.
No light reflects with true perfection
Nothing portrays what it really means.
Each mirror image is subtly twisted
We talk politely over internal screams.
Don't ever glance with shuttered eyelids,
Gaze through to where our secrets hide.
Each time you meet a perfect stranger,
Search for their other, imperfect side.