Perfect Imperfection

as i look through the glass window,
i felt my heart breaking slow,
trying so hard not to look,
back to the spot where they stood .
mixed emotions strikes me,
excitement slowly fading away,
depression and sadness embraced my brain,
looking back would bring back all the pain.
walking away i always thought was my best bet,
but my heart and mind was always left–
to those whom i loved so dearly,
whose memories i held tightly.
memories that keeps me strong,
their laughters i always long,
their smiles can weaken me so easy,
their cries can make my anger drift away.
i have an imperfect family,
a dad who can never resist to give,
a mom who works hard but can never be seen,
a sister who always depends
a brother who’se always misunderstood.
yet no matter how imperfect my family is,
i will give everything for their happiness,
i will move mountains for their comfort,
i will wait decades for their understanding,
i will always live for their love.
Their imperfection is like my fuel,
keeps me going through my ups and downs.
Makes me strive more to keep up with their imperfection,
Though at times i can no longer start the ignition.
Just the sound of their voices,
Or a glimpse of their eyes full of struggles and pains,
Could get my brain into focus and gives me adrenaline rush,
Could get me running to give them my warmest touch,
They may have seen me as strong as a bull at times,
But i do have a weakness just as everyone does.
though i always pretend things are okay,
i always put up a stern face so they would know their mistakes,
But deep inside me my heart was like being crushed,
as much as i want to comfort them i need to stand my ground.
And i will never give up in trying to make my imperfect family…
Perfect as perfect can be…