Perfectly Imperfect

who we are.

Even our soul has cracks
that leak salty tears
carrying with it your sorrow.

Even our skin is frail
against the sun’s brilliant beams
and chills of fresh snow.

Even our eyes become weak
at the sight of your beauty
closing ever so slightly
to seal your image forever.

We are not impenetrable beings,
but rather a balance of
might for self confidence
and fragility for humility
Transforming us into the

Perfectly Imperfect

of you and me.