a perfectionist by trade
it's just how I was made
life is often stifling
with an air filled
with things
small tiny moments
of obligation
to say
or to do
right
but what is right
when all I write
is of stress and migraines and worries?
the line becomes a little blurry
and sad
sometimes it makes me mad
but today I'll let it be
a mistake or two you'll see
because with this pounding head
and a messy bed
my heart and mind are a little dead
a little less of me
but thank God for blessings
both big and small
and that no order is no tall
and no night too short
for everything we need
I'll breathe a little lighter
with a bit more fuel to the fire
as I sit back
with some breakfast for dinner
feeling like a winner
on this night
to celebrate me.
//
and by celebrate I mean
not to put myself higher than the rest
to competitively test
my abilities to another
but rather to say oh bother
to the little and the big
I have to do
and trying something new
of not compulsively completing
all the things I've been needing
to do
but realizing
that in this moment I'm through
and God knows what I need to do
to stop, to listen, to be
to just be me.
//
missing him
is not something thought on a whim
but heart felt-
the kind the pulsates
through every muscle
and fibre of my being
it is both tying and freeing
but above all filled with a light
for this one who is so bright
a contributor to my life
he daily sets me free
and is the brightest light I see
and with him I am so thankful to be.
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