Acceptance Of Flaws Poem by ashok jadhav

I trace the lines that map my fragile face,
Each curve and scar a story I have known;
No longer do I hide, nor seek to erase
The marks that show how much I've lived, how grown.
The trembling hands, the stumbles of the heart,
The restless thoughts that haunt both night and day—
All pieces of a self I must impart,
All shades of light that softly find their way.
Perfection fades, yet beauty still remains,
In every fault, a spark of truth is found;
Acceptance flows like gentle, steady rains,
And lifts the soul from fear that once had bound.
So I embrace the self I once denied,
Flaws and all, with tender, quiet pride.