Happy to be imperfect

I am a collection of imperfections
Like half-torn pieces of a jigsaw
That somehow all fit together into
One flawed human being that’s me

And yet, in all my imperfections
I am perfectly myself in all facets
Shaped into one I am happy to be
Smiling big as I write this poem

I love my creative ideas, the sparks
That fly as I make my art or write
What wants to be written, I shine when
Words find their way into the world

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