Imperfections

The heart is in constant conflict with the mind
Not like two peas in a pod

To forgive, or not to
To let go, or to cling to upsetting memories
An endless tussle within you

Mama Hen cries hysterically when a Hawk makes her Chick its meal
She too spares no thought in gulping down a cloud of Grasshoppers
It’s easier to remember the wrongs done to you.

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