Imperfect

There’s a certain romance to imperfection,

To everything that’s just a tad bit off from what it should be,

To the picture shot in portrait that’s prettier in landscape,

To those faded colours behind a chameleon.

 

There’s a certain drama to imperfection,

To the meanings of unspoken words,

To every conversation that was never had,

To gratitude that got lost in commotion.

 

There’s a certain truth to imperfection,

To the freckles that show behind the makeup,

To the disfigured body in a slim-fit dress,

To the hungry mind in a pool of books.

 

There’s a certain tenderness to imperfection,

To a baby’s first word that is just short of a gargle,

To the first time she  shakily rides her bike,

To the moment she crosses the threshold of herself for the first time,

And finds someone to love.

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