Imperfect Beauty

Sitting in the dark corner of mind,
Looking for something that would imperfectly define,
Not just an edge, curve or a line.
There is no perfect symmetry,
that could truly reflect this imagery.
I want to break this mirror that is reflecting this image of me.
I want to reflect You,
but what is holding me back are those things,
those things that I desire to hold on to.
Those things which seem like they will do no harm.
Then its too late, I can't stop the alarm.
It's ringing,
Sometimes I feel like it's over,
In the distance I hear the fat lady singing.
Maybe I've got it all wrong,
I hear the voices of angels, encouraging me to move along.
I see them holding up a different mirror,
If I just keep walking, I will be able to see things clearer.
No longer looking for that one thing that would imperfectly define,
I have found that I am His and He is mine.
I am Master crafted, a creature so unique.
No two people are the same, there is not another like me.
My journey has made me an Imperfect Beauty.

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