She was an imperfect woman <br />Deliciously flawed <br />You could tell right away <br />She was no wax doll <br /> <br />She got herself into <br />Impossible situations <br />And then got out of them <br />With strange machinations <br /> <br />She smiled and laughed <br />Some said, way too much <br />But it was better than moping <br />And being stuck <br /> <br />She was awkward and reserved <br />With new people <br />But with friends she loved <br />Caring and wild! <br /> <br />She sometimes moved sideways <br />And stepped out of the race <br />The perspective she gained <br />Had its own special place <br /> <br />She often felt alone <br />Amidst a throng <br />Searching for the one <br />Who would share her song <br /> <br />She was a daughter <br />Of the sun and the sea <br />And in her quiet moments <br />Would often believe <br /> <br />Though she was imperfect <br />Her song was special <br />And this path of discovery <br />Would be her quest!<br /><br />Anita Atina<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/imperfect-woman/
