I am a rough draft, an #AKF poem for Jared Padalecki by Tracy Diane Miller

I am a rough draft
Sketched by the hand of fate
My life journey provides the textures
Yet sorrow refused to wait

I am my worst critic
I devalued that art that was me
My eyes focused on the imperfections
The beauty I couldn’t see

I am a rough draft
But even with a rough draft
You need a place to start
I need to learn to love me first
Then maybe I can finally see me with my heart