Flawed

We live in a world that is flawed as we ourselves are flawed

As flawed as that one wisp of hair that never stays in place

or a hairstyle so meticulously set only to be undone by the wind

A world where perfection has no place

Like an overgrown garden, neglected over time

many see a tangled mess of weeds, 

an ugly inconvenience

while others see not just a mess

but a beautiful explosion of colors among the greens

golden dandelions, purple thistles, and white clovers

as if they were placed there by the brush strokes of a mad artist

Many see a frustrating mess that can't be eradicated

while others see inspiration and resilience 

the thistles and dandelions growing in some of the impossible of places

yanked out, mowed down, trampled on yet always coming back

As flawed as that single typo in the middle of page 12 

sneaking past every eye that has searched for it

that you start to wonder maybe it magically appeared

We spend our time fixing flaws but which is worse? 

Chasing life for perfect circles, lawns weed free, mugs and vases crack free

perfection that will never be achieved

or a glaring flaw that never goes away but stands out for all to see

a reminder to embrace the flaws in life 

As we ourselves are flawed