Working in the sewers

I tried to perfect myself,

I tried to push the imperfections into the sewer,

the sewers hidden far from sight,

but the sewer seemed to burst every time,

and spill the sewage in my perfect life

destroying my perfect life.

I had to go down to the sewers of my soul, 

to the smelly sewers,

to mend the broken pipes

but in the sewers I discovered gold and wisdom

and realized I did not have to escape my darkness,

I could love myself there 

That's when I embraced my imperfections

and finally I was  complete