Perfect as you were made

I am in pain, my thoughts are my worst enemy. 

I cannot find another item I need for I have plenty. 

I live in abundance, in an abundance of life and an abundance of good health, so what's missing? 

Perfect as you were made.

Is that not the most encouraging thought? 

I have endured and witnessed,  myself and people I love destroyed and distraught 

That we can never reach this illusory and fantastical state of perfection. 

Every wound, every scar, all your flaws means you're defective. 

It still blows my mind that before you were formed, you were known. 

You were never a mistake or a second guess you were meant to be born.