I would write, and then delete
Everything I had written, I would repeat
The process because my writing seemed to be
Too simplistic, too flawed, too imperfect to me
It was a major opportunity, an important project
Therefore I wanted every detail to be perfect
The deadline approached, my work remained incomplete
The pursuit of perfection had led to my defeat..
Perfect is the enemy of good enough
Pursuit of perfectionism makes it tough
To achieve a goal, because when you run
After perfectionism you tend to become
Rigid, unflinching, inflexible indeed
When pliability is what you most need
To improve, you sabotage your goal
And end up getting stuck in a sinkhole
Of negativity, you cannot move ahead
Every step you take is filled with dread
Of making a mistake, you keep going back
To square one, the ability to move forward you lack..
Perfection is elusive anyway,
And no one is perfect on the first day
If perceived imperfection leaves you paralyzed
Then perfection you would never realize..
Now I just write, imperfectly so
I allow myself to go with the flow..