i am made entirely of flaws stitched together by good intentions

simply a mosaic of events and insecurities held together by the glue of good deeds

and though my mind screams that i am simply an odd invention

i understand that my flaws hiding in the shadows

are not over powering my soft heart

for even the glass mosaic of flaws and insecurities is not stronger than the glue

without either, the beauty would simply not exist

for i would not be whole without either

just like a patchwork quilt of rather plain scraps of fabric made into beautiful warmth by captivating stitching

i as well would simply be a tangle of thread, scraps of plain fabric, broken glass, and sticky glue.

for the flaws and good intentions make up my soul.

and either without the other would lose its beauty.