Sailing for Lands Good Enough

Today, I set out

for lands good enough

and say goodbye

to perfection’s bliss

for it takes far too long

and too much of me

to feed my perfectionist

~

You see,

the ill-fated truth

about Her gnawing deep inside

is she doesn’t like to be ignored

no matter what I try

~

At first, she whispers softly

then, her voice grows strong

before I know it,

she starts to scream

I question if my starving

her is wrong

~

To avoid paying a price

that I simply can’t afford

I do my best to ignore her

And distractions I move toward

~

I spend time in the sun,

then I call a friend,

busy myself with chores,

yet her screaming doesn’t end

~

With tired ears,

a desire for peace,

and distractions running dry,

my longing for good enough lands

begins to subside

~

Perhaps… “I’ll tweak

just one sentence”

I think,

as her cries seep in my mind

“It can’t hurt to do simply one”

I think

“It will be just fine”

~

I shift a sentence

or two

then, a single word

I’ll move this part here,

and that over there

as it sounded rather absurd…

~

This section doesn’t flow

so I’ll add a detail to this line

and change a part from here

that’s all it needed to sound fine

~

“I’m on a roll!” I think

as I write away

moving, changing, tweaking

long into the day

~

“What time is it now?”

I wonder

thinking minutes have gone by

the clock strikes five

hours have passed

the sun sits low

in the sky

~

What happened to my plan?

Where did lands good enough go?

Perfection, what have you done?!

I realized her screams left me

long ago

~

So…tomorrow I will sail

for lands good enough …

and say goodbye

to perfection’s bliss

hoping with a new day’s sun

I can ignore my gnawing

Perfectionist