Happy to be imperfect
I am a collection of imperfections
Like a jumble of jigsaw pieces
That somehow all fit together into
The flawed human being that's me
And yet, in all my imperfections
I am perfectly myself in all facets
Shaped into one I am happy to be
Smiling big as I write this poem
I love my creative ideas, the sparks
That fly as I make my art or write
What wants to be written, I shine when
Words find their way into the world