Imperfection

I am not perfectly made but I am made.

I exist, imperfect for some purpose.

Every day is a journey toward my own special destiny

There are many days I struggle to find and define me.

I pause because of insecurity and fall from my path

 I should not fear

But I should be on the warpath

Toward a goal

Toward a dream

That will be wondrous to behold

At the end I will be whole.