Crack went the whip
Anytime I stopped
It bit like a viper
So hard to shake off
Every seat was a flame
Every bed laced with nails
Rest was the charge
An arrest with no bail
It read my to-do list
When I tried to go to sleep
When I collapsed to the ground
It dragged me to my feet
I was never enough
No matter the effort
If contentment was water
Then I was in a desert
One day I laid down
The weight of my expectations
Accepted how God made me
And yielded to His directions
Perfectionism


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