Imperfections make us who we are…


We are not all perfect

Imperfections make us who we are

In all ways

Ways we learn

Ways we grow

Ways we stumble and fall

Ways we pick ourselves up

Ways we see with our heart, not limited by our eyes

Imperfections bring us place

Where we put ourselves and place others

Imperfections will teach us

Teach us to be humble in the face of great faults

Imperfections bring us to the end of day and face us with ourselves

Imperfections bring us beauty to what life is…

4 thoughts on “Imperfections make us who we are…

  1. mike

    Broken lines broken strings
    Broken threads broken springs
    Broken idols broken heads
    People sleeping in broken beds
    Ain’t no use jiving
    Ain’t no use joking
    Everything is broken.

    Broken bottles broken plates
    Broken switches broken gates
    Broken dishes broken parts
    Streets are filled with broken hearts
    Broken words never meant to be spoken
    Everything is broken.

    Seem like every time you stop and turn around
    Something else just hit the ground
    Broken cutters broken saws
    Broken buckles broken laws
    Broken bodies broken bones
    Broken voices on broken phones
    Take a deep breath feel like you’re chokin’
    Everything is broken.

    Everytime you leave and go off someplace
    Things fall to pieces in my face
    Broken hands on broken ploughs
    Broken treaties broken vows
    Broken pipes broken tools
    People bending broken rules
    Hound dog howling bullfrog croaking
    Everything is broken.

  2. mike

    …Everybody’s got a secret, Sonny,
    Something that they just can’t face,
    Some folks spend their whole lives trying to keep it,
    They carry it with them every step that they take.
    Till some day they just cut it loose
    Cut it loose or let it drag ’em down,
    Where no one asks any questions,
    or looks too long in your face,
    In the darkness on the edge of town.

    Some folks are born into a good life,
    Other folks get it anyway, anyhow,
    I lost my money and I lost my wife,
    Them things don’t seem to matter much to me now.
    Tonight I’ll be on that hill ’cause I can’t stop,
    I’ll be on that hill with everything I got,
    Lives on the line where dreams are found and lost,
    I’ll be there on time and I’ll pay the cost,
    For wanting things that can only be found
    In the darkness on the edge of town…

    …For the ones who had a notion, a notion deep inside
    That it aint no sin to be glad you’re alive…b.springsteen

  3. slpmartin

    This reminds me of a saying from Zen…I believe…that goes…”Better a diamond with a flaw, than a pebble with none.”….seems to match your poem well.

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