Locked In The Echo Chamber Poem by Tor Magnor Solvang

The perfect folk, who never stray,
Perhaps they live another way.
But those who claim, no slip or fall,
Are blind, and hide behind a wall.

They miss the cracks, that others see,
And build their pride, so grand and free.
But real growth blooms, when we confess,
Our errors made, our hurtfulness.

A sorry said, a lesson learned,
Is where true wisdom can be earned.
Perfection's dream, it fades from sight,
But owning faults brings honest light.