I thought I would
strip off perfectionism
like a too tight braÂ
fling it on the bedÂ
and that would be itÂ
Turns out, perfectionismÂ
is a brawlerÂ
I am a dragon
I am Eustace
tearing off scalesÂ
Hacking, heaving
but grieving my old friendÂ
Control, who breathedÂ
you will be safeÂ
but numbÂ
Each bleeding scale
I discardÂ
I realise thisÂ
is what it's like
to breathe.Â
Gouging at this scaleÂ
over my eyesÂ
grayscale disappears
the world explodesÂ
into colourÂ
Casting away perfectionismÂ
is setting fire to the lie
if you do it all right,
you will be
safe Â
It was never safeÂ
but itâs richerÂ
and more beautifulÂ
than I couldÂ
imagineÂ
Aslan is coming
This post is part of a blog hop with Exhale - an online community of women pursuing creativity alongside motherhood, led by the writing team behind Coffee + Crumbs. Click here to view the next post in the series âCreate Anywayâ.
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