What am I trying to prove?
To whom am I proving it?
Why do I strive so hard to please this faceless persona?
How did I become trapped in this maze of “perfection”?
When did I start demanding it from everyone else except myself?
Or, did I?
Aren’t I the first casualty of this lead mantle?
This stifling, strangling cape is snuffing the life out of those around me and myself.
I struggle with the shortcomings within me.
Oh! That I may finally be the imperfect human, I am.
I have many flaws.
I bumble, stumble and fall, often.
I fumble, bungle, and blunder.
I miss the mark many times.
I still dare stand tall, for I am moving forward.
I learn from my mistakes.
I am growing, albeit in a slow manner.
I forge through dense “undergrowth” of self doubt, guilt and judgment.
I release me and you all.
Let’s embrace who we are and be the best version of ourselves.
Work in progress, imperfect, but thriving!