Perfect Imperfection

It's ok to be human
messy and imperfect
flawed with confusion
and a thousand thoughts
that I feel surely I must purge
from my mind.

A thousand sensations
that I fight with the righteous indignation
of the truth I cling to
so deperately
like a staff
in the winds of storm.

It's ok to be human
flawed and yet perfect
each sentence
each word
each thought
forming a tapestry
of personality

of spirit
of body
of mind

It's ok to be human
to be myself
be my kind.