Trapped In The Margins

Imperfect (written October 20th, 2015)

For as long as I can remember,

I have chased the idea of perfection.

I don’t know from where this idea came.

It’s been a part of me for so long that

I no longer know what I am chasing.

It’s become a phantom that I cannot see.

I know that something is there and

now it’s taunting me.

I’m tired of running.

I want the idea slip away

rather than for me to fail once more.

End of the road (written December 13th, 2015)

At the end of this road

There’s nowhere to go.

I cannot return to the hell

that I’ve just been through

I cannot march through that fire

once again

My skin cannot take the damage

My heart cannot bleed anymore.

It’s easier to dig my own grace

than to face my fears.