A Free Verse

I am made entirely of flaws
Of calloused palms and scraped knees
Jaded by years of mistakes
Failed struggles—a catastrophe
But behind every flaw is a beauty
Behind calloused palms is a talent
A scraped knee from wildly running kites
Mistakes from trying a thousand times
Behind every struggle is a lesson learned
A catastrophe stitched with excellence
I am made entirely of flaws
An imperfection held with pride

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In response to MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie’s photo challenge #117 and The Daily Post prompt: Struggle.