Embracing the perfect me!
For the people who need comfort from some or the other ways.
Holding the greens of expectations,
Living in the dark reality,
Thought my life would be perfect,
If only I removed the mask of insecurities.
The colours I hold on the outside,
Are the shades of grey within me,
Thought my life would be perfect,
If only I forget the pain piling up inside me.
Suiting up in the Armor of flawless,
While holding the pieces imperfect me,
Thought my life would be perfect,
If only I consumed the ravens in me.
Proliferating the thorns,
In the oasis of daisies,
Thought my life would be perfect,
If only I stepped and buried the thorns.
Realising life would be seamless,
If only i accepted my imperfectly perfect self,
Realizing life would be immaculate,
If only I knocked my insecurities out.
Flourishing the pieces in me,
To rewrite the journey of scented wood,
Cherishing the gauche in me,
To love the imperfect me.
About the Creator
Charitha Challa
I write to elevate stories that capture raw emotions and hidden beauty. Through my words, I explore imperfection, resilience, and the moments that shape us. If you’ve ever felt lost or hopeful, you might just find a piece of yourself here
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Awww, so soothing ❤️ I love your poem especially this line: "If only i accepted my imperfectly perfect self," - this hits hard ❤️