Cragg quarry and Pendle hill in the background

Perfectly Imperfect

A crack in the wall, a crooked line,
A misplaced horn, a song out of time —
These flaws, these blemishes, we strive to erase,
But in their embrace, a beauty we chase.

Perfection’s a myth, a mirage in the sand,
A goal we pursue with an outstretched hand.
Yet in our imperfections, our stories unfold —
A mosaic of moments, a tapestry bold.

The chipped teacup, the faded photograph,
Hold whispered memories, etched in the aftermath.
Each scar, each stumble, a lesson we learn,
A testament to living, a heart that can burn.

So let go of the striving, the endless repair;
Embrace the mosaic, the flaws we all share.
You are not broken; you are perfectly flawed —
A masterpiece crafted, a life deeply awed.

Embrace the imperfections — they make you complete,
A symphony of stumbles, a heart with its beat.
In the tapestry of life, each thread is a song,
And the perfectly imperfect is where you belong.