I am a mess, disaster, a tornado, I must confess I am imperfect but, I am still blessed and protected. Chased by demons, watched over by angels.

I will not strive for perfection. Trial and error is my lesson. Heart maybe, broken. I am the chosen. I will carry on even, though the storm is strong.

I will have to let go and live through the pain and live and grow through the lesson and take god’s protection as a blessing.

I maybe, a train wreck, I am a beautiful disaster.