Perfectly imperfect

 She was born free

curious and vulnerable

absorbing the surroundings

with every passing breathe

Suddenly she started perceiving

all the standards of the society

forming her ideas rigid

looking at black and white

missing out the colors

She suddenly perceived 

the idea of imperfection

Then she started hiding herself

walking alone in the alley

worried to be seen

scared to be heard

stopping to live fully

feeling ashamed mostly

closing her eyes to the light

And then there she met her

all happy and free

wearing her heart on her sleeve

flaunting her blemishes 

she looked so beautiful

with all her scars illuminating

in her contagious smile

Now the girl in the alley 

remembers her core

she dances in the rain

like no one is watching

she talks with confidence

she walks her talk

leaves inhibitions behind

worrying less and loving more

crying and laughing with open heart

because now, she knows 

it doesn't take a perfect person

to live larger than life

she is a part of that almighty source

she is perfectly imperfect!


 

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