Perfectly Unfinished

I used to paint in lines so clean,

Afraid to spill what's in between.

Every corner sharp, every color neat,

But I lost the art in chasing complete.

Now I'm learning that beauty hides

In the strokes I tried to hide.

I'm perfectly unfinished, that's my kind of grace,

A little cracked mirror still reflecting my face.

If the melody wavers, I'll sing anyway -

I'm perfectly unfinished, and that's okay.

I've been patching up my heart with songs,

Thinking right could fix my wrongs.

But every scar just makes me true,

Every mess reminds me - I'm new.

Now I see the strength it takes

To live inside my own mistakes.

I'm perfectly unfinished, that's my kind of grace,

A little cracked mirror still reflecting my face.

If the melody wavers, I'll sing anyway -

I'm perfectly unfinished, and that's okay.

Let the ink run wild across the page,

Let the thunder echo what I can't say.

Every flaw, every fray,

Is the proof I've found my way.

I'm perfectly unfinished, still finding my place,

A heart out of rhythm, but love's keeping pace.

If I never arrive, I'll still stay amazed -

I'm perfectly unfinished, and that's okay.