Thursday, July 16, 2026

π—Ÿπ—œπ—§π—˜π—₯𝗔π—₯𝗬: “You Were Right” by Lana Yvonne Rante


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Published by: Keshia Gwyneth Esposa

Date Published: July 16, 2026

Time Published: 11:40 AM


π—Ÿπ—œπ—§π—˜π—₯𝗔π—₯𝗬: “You Were Right” by Lana Yvonne Rante

Category: Poetry

Theme: proving someone wrong about perfection only to realize they were right and its okay to be flawed


You told me I wasn’t good enough,

That I was flawed, just like everyone else,

Your word imperfection struck deep and rough

And I recoiled, bristling at myself.


So I tried harder, I aimed for the skies,

I carried the weight of the world on my back.

To prove something, of course, to myself,

That I could stay on a perfect track.


Show that I was only the moon when its full,

That I belonged atop the highest crest,

Superior, untouchable, beyond reach—

And most of all, far above the rest.


I wanted so desperately to face you,

To look you in the eyes and declare:

“You were wrong—

I am the one who’s fair.”


Then I tasted my first bitter failure,

Then the second, then the third.

I had been the moon, so high above,

Now dragged back to earth, my wings disturbed.


From dizzying heights to the crowd below,

I clawed at my skin so desperate to rise.

Being here meant you were right,

And I would not accept that prize.


But time on earth revealed the truth,

The ground was softer than I knew.

I had aimed to prove you wrong for so long,

That I misunderstood what you meant all along:


“You’re flawed, and that’s okay.”

Even when the moon wanes and hides,

Its beauty remains,

And its truth abides.


It was okay to be imperfect,

To be human is to belong here on earth.

And finally, I whispered to the wind:

You were right.

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