I believe in imperfections. 
In scars.
In stretch marks. 
In commas.
In silence. 
In question marks.
In emptiness. 
In shadows.
In setbacks.
In failures.

I believe in imperfections.
Your scars tell me the story of your survival.
Your stretch marks tell me the story of your transformation.
Commas in your conversation tell me that there’s more to your story.
In silence, I read your eyes.

Behind every question mark, there is a joy of knowing the unknown.
I look at you pulling the blanket of emptiness and giving yourself time to rest, relax and rejuvenate.
Your shadow tells me how far you’ve come and how far you’ve to go.
Every setback is a lesson that life hits you hard in the face.
Every failure is a lesson.
That life waits for you to get back up again, only to hit again in your stomach and challenging your gut.

The more I look at your imperfections, the more I learn.
The more I learn, the more I believe.
The more I believe, the more I look.
I look at you and I believe in your imperfections.
The question is, do you?

 © Apoorva Bora

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