Flaws
We all have them. Like a mis-cut
diamond, or an off-key song
There is something about us that is
not right.
Things are said wrong
Actions are mis-timed
There is a crack in our façade—a weak
point in the main
Sometimes it get punctured
Frivolously on money we spend
Vainly we see ourselves
We act as if we know, but certainty
is the Devil
It destroys all in its wake
Stubbornly we cling to our facts,
If only everyone can just agree
What is may not be what we become
There is more out there
If we listen to our flaws
Mistakes can be our teacher
