Perfectionism is a prison,
a prison out of which I have been trying to break
as long as I can remember
My head knows perfectionism is
unattainable
My soul knows perfectionism makes me
second guess myself
My heart knows perfectionism causes me to
critique, rather than love, my body
Today, June 29, 2021,
I dealt perfectionism a powerful blow,
knocking it, shaking it on its very foundation
I chose to love myself
rather than worship perfectionism
and I won,
my family won,
God won
With the Holy Spirit indwelling my imperfect self,
I can win this battle again tomorrow
In fact, through the amazing Power of Jesus
and keeping Him at my center,
I expect I will win…
again and again
© 2021 Brooke F. Sulahian
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