Perfection

The daily struggle continues to ensue,

Yet the goal of perfection is not one to pursue.

It brings me up to think I will reach it,

Yet subsequently brings me down by its subtle deceit.

I move my eyes up towards the sky,

Ponder how I may reach perfection,

Yet feel its claws sink into my skin

Feebly I sink as I am far too weary.

Perfection takes its toll, I am far too fatigued,

With every step I take towards it, I feel further from it.

I realize in my wake it has me under control,

I stare into its jaws and see my demise.

Perfection, I have to let you go.

It does little to dwell on dreams like you.

I will not let you steal another shred of sanity,

My dim eyes cannot look at you any longer.

My imperfections make me who I am,

I am no less of a person without perfection.

I seek my freedom from its clasp as I know the struggle is not worth it.

Perfection you have lost another follower, you will not claim me.

I am free to be nothing but me.

Nobody can take that from me.

I remain undefeated and will never cease to be free,

Because whatever will be will be.