I Hold Dear

In my reflection, flaws abound, Yet within, a perfect poem is found, A mystery to ponder, a curious sight, How from imperfection, perfection takes flight? In this digital world, where standards reign, I question how my words attain, But in embracing flaws, I find my voice, In crafting poetry, my soul's rejoice. For amidst the chaos, imperfections shine, In my imperfect verse, beauty aligns, So let the critics scoff, the doubters sneer, In my imperfect poem, I hold dear.