A faint whisper
Into my ear
An unsettling feeling
A shiver of fear
You always tell me
That disaster is on its way
That I have to do more
To keep the destruction at bay
You are an immortal phantom
Chasing me down dark alleyways
You chant constant threats
I always feel your blade
My world is always
On the brink of destruction
You surge like a lava flow
Threatening all my constructions
One day I stood in defiance
Contravened your precious rules
I learned flexibility
To prioritise what to do
I realised that perfection
Was just a burden on my back
When I let it go
I felt my chains begin to crack
Your imagined disasters
Failed to come through
Now I’ve seen through your lies
And there is nothing you can do
Perfectionism 2

Anger, Christian Poetry, Depression, Emotions, Fear, God, Healing, Hope, Pain, Perfectionism, Poetry, Redemption, Trauma, Writing

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