Imperfectly Human
Writing has always been my therapy. The last 24 hours felt like a whirlwind inside my head. Too many thoughts, too many feelings, and not enough answers. So I wrote. And somewhere between the confusion and the emotions, this poem was born. Maybe that's the beauty of writing, it allows us to make sense of what we're feeling when we can't quite explain it out loud. A little reminder to myself that being imperfect doesn't make us bad. It just makes us human. 🤍
6/18/20261 min read
I am not perfect.
I feel deeply,
sometimes too deeply.
I say things I wish I had said differently.
I make mistakes,
misunderstand situations,
and let my emotions lead before my thoughts catch up.
But having flaws does not make me a bad person.
My heart has always been in the right place.
I care, perhaps more than I should.
I love with sincerity,
show up when people need me,
and carry kindness even when I am hurting.
I am still learning,
still growing,
still becoming.
Some days I get it wrong.
Some days I am emotional,
stubborn,
or afraid.
Yet none of those things erase the good in me.
I am not perfect,
but I am genuine.
I am not flawless,
but I am loving.
I am not always easy,
but I am always trying.
And at the end of the day,
I would rather be a person who feels too much
than a person who feels nothing at all.