Woman-the imperfect perfectionist

On the life's battle field, I lay shattered.

But always ready to join the puzzles scattered.

I get burned with the fire.

But will wake from the ashes to dare.

I shed like the autumn.

But will sprout with better outcome.

I shiver with the pain.

But from the hurdles I never

restrain.

I sometime become reckless

But my love is never too careless.

I sometime feel worthless

But emotions are not always my weakness.

I might be imperfect

But will strive to make things perfect.

Yes! I am a woman

The imperfect perfectionist.