a t e l o p h o b i a (n) - fear of imperfection
you made me draw a line
one that was straight.
no bends or curves were seen
no colours or jags adorned.
at every mistake
you fumed.
smoke from your ears
tears in my eyes
and yet you singed my hand
with the cane of fire you held.
but there was fire in me too
a different kind
so i drew a line so curved
with a bend, a jag
a loop, a jump and a skip
i showed you that
i needn't follow the rules
yet i could do what you
failed in.
i drew a path leading to the sun,
a fire waiting to inhale.
perfect is not a word
it is a relative feeling
because your perfect
isn't mine.
i am not you.
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Trepidation
Poetry[poetry collection] To fear is normal, to overcome is extraordinary.
