The Problem With Perfection (poem by me)

While the rest of the world sees an elegant marble bust,
Close beloved ones see a pile of pitiful rubble,
Perfection is nothing but an elaborate illusion,
We must accept we are nothing but dust,
Openly reveal and accept our own vulnerability
Then we are free to break out of our bubble.

"Then the LORD God formed a man from the dust of the ground..." —Genesis 2:7

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