Imperfect Poem by Rosa Lin

You're like an injury.
Healed, but reoccurring
Painless, but has it's days
Never truly 100%.
Always a little less.
Sometimes you feel nothing
And forget it ever existed
And then one day
You wake up to the throbbing pain;
That seems to only get worse
Because you start to think about it.
You acknowledge the pain.
And realize its strength.
You cringe with pain;
Hoping it will subdue
So you can go back, to being
A little less than 100%