Perfectly Imperfect

Blemishes and flaws, body marred,

Like a tall oak tree with ridges.

Scars adorn her long pale arms,

The remainder of her uncrossed bridges.

A defect, they said, taken to heart,

Shortcomings bloom all around.

The tiny blemish on her nose’s tip,

Her insecurities have firmly taken the ground.

Yet, there comes a day, with a new start,

For her to turn into her butterfly.

Her previous flaws were now unique,

She’s perfectly imperfect, yet she flies.