Imperfectly Perfect


I'm not the best of sons,

and it's hard to miss my family when everyday they're part of war.

I live with scars that just won't seem to end, 

but you know what? 

They're my medals and best friend. 

They remind me of my strength and power of will 

to be un-conquered and survival skill.

Imperfectly perfect I seize the day.

By being my true self;

I am flawless. 




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