Ms. Perfectly Imperfect

Who is she?

She is me.

I am Ms. Imperfect

Yet she sees herself as being so perfect

Which makes her so imperfect.

Been seeing herself through a lense all this time,

Up til this point, where now, she has to cleanse the lense.

Through this fog, she thought she could see it all, blurred & all.

She thinks she can see through so clearly, but yet she is so blinded.

By her own corrupted perception of perfection.

She wants to make things so clear, but more & more it becomes too foggy.

But it too that encounter, that special encounter.

That encounter, along this new journey.

This new journey to break away, but not only break away,

But to break free. Break free of her chains of perfectionism.

It took for that encounter, that one special encounter, with the One who loves her,

Loves her enough to embark on this journey with her.

Loves her enough to know that she cannot remain the same,

She will not ever be the same, the will forever change,

She will forever grow,

This new journey, this new journey she is embarking on.

Is the pathway to freedom, His freedom.

Breaking free from the chains of the past, chains of perfection, chains of unworthiness.

She is Ms. Perfectly Imperfect. I am her, She is me.

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