Poetry

Imperfectly Me

This honest girl.

This kind girl.

This sweet girl.

This loving, gentle, patient girl.

She has been this girl forever.

This perfect human girl—how delightful she is.

How loved and cherished and needed, she is.

But.

If she is good, she is also bad.

If she is kind, she is also cruel.

She is every part of her whole.

Every beautifully broken part.

Imperfectly perfect.

Imperfectly me.

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By brookecutler2

Liver of life, lover of everything. 💕

Sooo good. There is so much here. Thanks for sharing 🙂

Thanks Jason! My pleasure.☺️ Well, thanks for reading, actually! 🙂

I look forward to it 🙂

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