Full of flaws

I am full of cracks and broken lines, A patchwork heart with crooked signs. A tangled mess of hopes and fears, Stitched together with fallen tears. My hands shake when I reach too far, My words don’t always heal the scar. I trip on dreams, I fall from grace, And wear my worry on my face. I care too much, I love too deep, I hold on tight to what won’t keep. I build my walls, then beg them down, I crave a smile, then wear a frown. But in this chaos, there’s a spark — A quiet light within the dark. For every flaw, there’s something true: A stubborn soul that won’t undo. So take my cracks, my scars, my stains — My untamed heart, my tangled veins. I’m far from perfect — never was — But I am me, full of flaws.