A Broken Masterpiece: Hope for the Hypocrite

Four years ago, I compiled a collection of poems titled “The Imperfect Portrait.” As a soon-to-be college graduate, I was uncertain about how life would be after graduation. Since I couldn’t predict the future, I started reflecting on my past and all the significant events that made me who I am. Interestingly enough, the circumstances surrounding the creation of that project are extremely similar to this…