Perfect Imperfection

 I am a contradiction,

A perfect contradiction.

On looking in from outside,

I think I'd pass inspection.

My nails are neat, each hair in place.

My clothes the latest styles.

But look a little closer,

And you can see my trials.

The window to my balanced soul,

Is stained from too much smoke.

A bird's eye view down my heart,

Will clearly show that it's broke.

My best intentions lead to pain,

And complicated messes.

My head is filled with wishes,

My decisions second guesses.

There was a time I tried to hide

Each wrinkle, scar, and tear.

But I'm learning to appreciate,

That I'm more than I appear.

,Each scar tells a story,

The path from there to here.

I've earned a little wisdom,

With every falling tear.

My soul will soar in brilliant skies,

But then I'll need to rest.

The embers of my passion,

Still smolder in my chest.

Perhaps I'll let my hair go wild,

And skip the manicure.

I'll wear my favorite color,

They'll say, "Hey, look at her!"

My hair, my heart, my clothes, my soul,

Will walk in one direction.

No longer contradicting,

My perfect imperfection.