This comforted me.
I often find myself feeling like
I'm missing something
or not doing things quite right.
Impatience for "perfection".
One of those twisted words
stinking with manipulation
from forces outside myself.
Yes, its getting later.
Yes, it feels time is slipping away.
Yet I feel stronger in appreciation
for what is here right now.
And I see "perfection"
is mine and only mine to define.
"Thank you" is often on my lips.
kastilwell
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