Chocking Perfection
What is perfection?
Is it something that shames the edges of a ruler?
Does it consider a masterpiece to be blasphemy in its eyes?
Or is it a disease?
Cursed to people like me
People's so engulfed by the unobtainable
Uncontainable perception of how things
Should and could be
This has to be here
Here has to be there
There has to be somewhere God himself would envy
And in that itself I suffer
For what can the created imagine
That could hold interest of its creators creator
Im stuck in an oxymoronic life
Searching yet again unobtainable
Uncontainable perception of how things
Should or could be
I have a tight grip on perfection
Unaware that it has a tighter hold on me
A constant struggle of strength I was never mentally prepared for
Caught in a whirlpool of irony
I fight for perfection
and yet fight against it
So when I was losing I felt like I was winning
When I had the upper hand I was at a disadvantage
Fighting
But not really fight the
Self conflicting,
unforgiving,
powerfully,
convincing,
Simply,
difficult perfection that is myself
But I accept you now
Neither as gift nor a curse
But who I am
I am.. a perfectionist
So with the hands of an artist I grabbed hold to a brush
And painted, using perfection as my medium
I created a mural of sheer beauty along the borders of my sanity
Creating a frame around the life no one has ever lived
But I will
Copyright © Rayshawn Fisher | Year Posted 2012
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