I am perfectly imperfect
Made up of big mistakes and good intentions
With my heart in my hand
I walk this land
Knowing nothing went as planned
Perfectly imperfect and wonderfully flawed
Flowers grow in the cracks of my perfect plans
And my eyes, so blue
Only hint at what I've gone through
Though they seem happy to you
Perfectly imperfect, with skin marred by scars
Unafraid to share my story
I smile and nod,
Tell of things that to some seem odd
And credit my survival to my friends and God
Perfectly imperfect and worthy of love
Ready to do the thing
Not much; More!
Why is the first step is the hardest chore?
Pull the handle, walk through the door.
About the Creator
KAT Hunt
I grew up in a small town in Oregon. In 2nd grade (circa 1984), I was entered into a poetry contest. I won 3rd place and was awarded a small check and a certificate signed by President George Bush Sr. I have been writing ever since.
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