someone will love you

and wrap you up in feathers

Maybe the crook of you’re nose is uneven, it bends weirdly at the tip.

Maybe you’re hair is broken by heat, frizzy and dead at the ends: always refusing to fall the way you want it to.

Maybe you’re eyes are sunken, and you look in the mirror and see a tired man.

Maybe you’re one size smaller or one size bigger than you’d like, and in you’re mind that is catastrophic and acts as a barrier between you and the divine.

Maybe you’re job is unimpressive, small and meaningless in the grand scheme of life. Maybe your purpose feels increasingly far away, and you fear you’ll never reach it in time.

Maybe you shudder at the sound of your laugh, haunted by the way you think your voice sounds.

But maybe one day, in the heat of human affection, someone will find you and see these imperfections and smile because they have been looking for you all along. They might wrap you in arms that carry heavenly things and say that your set apart. That you are special. That if your love was a thorn they would prick themselves over and over until the thistles sunk into their teeth and into their smile. Until their bones were nothing but tangles of your branches.

Maybe someone will love you for the things you despise about yourself. Maybe someone will recognize their soul in the dimples you want to erase.

Maybe your covered in eraser marks, scrubbing past love away because it only ever leads to sorrow.

But don’t give up yet.

Because someone will love you, and wrap you up in feathers until your weightless and free again.