Flawed By Design

If I were perfect, sealed and whole,
What need would stir within my soul?
No cracks to let the questions in,
No fall to rise, no loss to win.

But flaws—how strange, how fierce, how wise
Are mirrors turned to inner skies.
They wound, they teach, they tear apart
Yet plant new roots within the heart.

Flaws make us conscious, strip our pride,
Expose the truths we try to hide.
They turn to sparks, to fresh insight
To questions born of sleepless night.

They urge the timid soul to move,
To seek, to stumble, grow, improve.
In every fracture, something calls
A deeper self beyond the walls.

It is not wholeness that refines,
But fractured hopes and trembling lines.
For faith survives where reason fails,
And strength is born where sorrow pales.

A flawless life may seem complete,
But knows not mercy, loss, or heat.
Without the bruise, how could we feel
The joy of wounds that learn to heal?

So let me fail, and fail once more
Each fault a threshold, not a door.
For in my lacking, I am shown
The self I lose... becomes my own.....

“Flawed by Design” explores the divine wisdom embedded in our imperfections. It is through the cracks in our being that faith awakens, growth ignites, and our consciousness expands—much like the universe itself, endlessly evolving and unfolding. This poem is a humble reflection on the sacred purpose behind our flaws, inviting us to embrace them as the catalysts for transformation and self-discovery.