A poem about imperfection accepting imperfection. Acceptance is a gift to those that walk alone in the night. Afraid of judgement and with no sanctuary they often walk the night alone. Having been there, having built a dwelling there, I keep my porch light on-'for those who need that Sanctuary. Enjoy
As Halloween draws nearer, I am compelled to spook, shock and creep out all of the googy-goody two shoes that hold onto the concept of holy












