We all make mistakes in life, probably love when we shouldn’t and in turn probably not love when we should. Life is a rollercoaster of emotions and it will from time to time remind us we are flawed. Just like you, the reader I am flawed. Our human failures make us imperfect, but maybe being imperfect is what in reality makes us perfect.
All my life I have had my inadequacies—I am flawed,
Hiding my failings and shortages behind a faceless facade.
Sometimes I have committed the crime of caring too little,
In the attempt to hide my emotions that had become overly brittle.
There have been other times it is I who cares more than I should,
Caring too little or more than one should—always misunderstood.
Failures and my accomplishments I sometimes put into my writings,
Being skewed helps me understand my emotions that are deeply infighting.
My mind and deep in my heart I know that I am fallible,
Although flawed my kindness and loving heart can be admirable,
I have learned that being flawed in not a sign of weakness,
It makes me one of a kind—it is part of me and my uniqueness.
Having learned that being flawed actually makes me better,
It is not to be ashamed of—it is not a puritan scarlet letter.
My flaws and imperfections that make me who I am,
If I embrace my weakness, my flaws, they will and become gems.
I am imperfect, but have people in my life that love me,
Behind the facade, deep inside it is the real me they see.
I am imperfect; I make mistakes; I am human, but here is the deal,
When I give you love in my mind, heart, and soul, my love is real.
Kurt James © 2019
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