The Beauty of Imperfection

Perfection is a myth, a dream,
An unattainable ideal, it would seem,
We chase after it, day and night,
But it's always out of reach, in sight.

For we are flawed, imperfect beings,
With scars, and wounds, and broken things,
But it's in these imperfections, we find,
A beauty that's uniquely one of a kind.

We've been taught to hide our flaws,
To be ashamed, and close our doors,
To pretend that we're perfect, with ease,
But the truth is, it's all a tease.

For when we embrace our flaws, with love,
We become authentic, and rise above,
The expectations, and the standards, so high,
And we can finally live, without a lie.

We become a work of art, so rare,
A masterpiece, beyond compare,
With all our imperfections, on display,
For the world to see, and to say,

With all our flaws, and all our scars,
That we don't need to hide, or to pretend,
For our true beauty, lies within.

So let's celebrate, our imperfections,
And all the quirks, and all the tensions,
Let's see them as a gift, so bright,
And let them shine, with all their might.

For the beauty of imperfection, is real,
It's the way we're meant to feel,
So let's embrace it, with open arms,
And let our authentic selves, be the charm.