My Poetry

Perfection

Perfection

What a silly word

It's used so often, yet always described as unattainable

And sometimes it is

All I know is that once you've done all you can

For real, don't just lie to yourself

Perfection, real perfection can start to make itself known

Not too obviously, and often when you least expect it

Like when you write the perfect simile that resonates deep within your heart as strongly as a magnetic pull

Or when you find the word that describes the moment exactly as your heart desired 

It seems so small to some, yet so big to others

But the small victories are usually the ones that matter the most

Or at least the ones that feel the most substantial

So, take the victories

And if your perfection refuses to be known

Shove it out of the hole it's been hiding in

And make it recognize the beauty in what you do