Sometimes I only see the flaws

Sometimes when I am looking at my work I only see the flaws.

I see the imperfections,
and blemishes
the color that is, maybe
not exactly right.

Sometimes it’s the way I see myself.

I think of all the things I’ve done wrong. The mistakes I’ve made.
I question my purpose,
my talent (or lack of)

I wonder sometimes: why do I make what I make
and is it really art?

At these times I need to step away,
like crossing the street to see things from the other side.
It’s in the stepping away and looking from a distance
that my thoughts can change.

From this perspective

I begin to see things the was others see them.

It’s not the same when I look at others.

When I look at you or what you create, I don’t see the flaws.
When you tell me the stories of your life
I don’t see mistakes
I only see the magic and I am amazed.

And I ask:

How did you do that?
Or I think:

That is amazing!

You might want to point out the flaws and mistakes,
things that are not exactly right.

But, please don’t.

From my perspective, over here

I only see the magic