Do You Understand?

People seem to believe
Without an extra thought
That perfect means flawless

I prefer to believe
That the contrary is true
That perfect means problems

People should believe
With problems and shortcomings
That perfect means acceptance

I'd like you to believe
That if you accept what you are
Then perfect means you

Do you understand?

Damnesia

Forced from home by noise and alarm,
Unwanted intermissions induce fists full of harm,
Your workspace is packed up, transported away,
To a refuge of safety in words you could say,
Or write, or dictate, or just tumble around,
Specifics aren't something to worry about,
You reach your asylum, open your work,
Devastation clouds eyes like handfuls of dirt,
Between distraction and refuge something is lost,
Taken from homeland and bluntly forgot,
It will never be finished, an idea not explored,
You are left feeling hopeless and homeless and torn.