Imperfect Perfectionist

Perfectionism in a world that’s imperfect

Is what I strive for, but I cannot expect

The path to be easy, for nothing seems to rise

Up to my standards- I wonder if it is wise

To be inflexible, desire results impeccable

When real life is messy, chaotic, unpredictable

I often wonder if I should adopt a lenient attitude

Ignore minor infractions, descend from my perch of rectitude

But then, that pesky voice inside stops me

If I did not aim for perfection, where would I be?

Professionally, perfectionism is expected of me

Maybe in other spheres, less of a perfectionist I can be..

I think that is why my heart I pour

Into verses imperfect, therein lies the allure

Of playing with words without trying to create

A perfect poem- my verses reflect my imperfect, flawed state…

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