Perfectly Imperfect
A Poem by Christine Crowson
 who we are. 
Even our soul has cracks
that leak salty tears
carrying with it your sorrow.
Even our skin is frail
against the sun’s brilliant beams
and chills of fresh snow.
Even our eyes become weak
at the sight of your beauty
closing ever so slightly
to seal your image forever.
We are not impenetrable beings,
but rather a balance of
might for self confidence
and fragility for humility
Transforming us into the
Perfectly Imperfect
of you and me.
© 2012 Christine Crowson
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Christine Crowson
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I am a soul in search of inspiration and beauty. My favorite word is wanderlust because of the endless possibilities it encapsulates. I have a word journal where I learn a new word every day, I drink .. more..
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