Perfectionism

Crack goes the whip
Anytime you stop
It bites like a viper
So hard to shake off

Every seat is a flame
Every bed laced with nails
Rest is the charge
Arrested with no bail

It reads my to-do list
When I try to go to sleep
When I collapse to the ground
It drags me to my feet

I am never enough
No matter the effort
If contentment was water
Then I am in a desert

One day I laid down
The weight of my expectations
Accepted how He made me
And yielded to His directions



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