Somehow I find it graspable
That maybe I could be okay
And not be
The message is quite common
That perfection is impossible,
And you don’t need to achieve it.
But somehow not
For me.
It feels sort of like
I drew the short straw,
So I’m the one who ended up believing in
Not only as a possibility, but as an
A special one.
Just for me.
And it’s hard-
Trying to do the ‘impossible’,
Crying when you can’t.
But not today.
Somehow, I always knew it wasn’t maintainable,
Long term – a childish game.
So why not now to outgrow it?
Why not now to learn how not to be
I choose today.

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