Ode to Perfectionism

Oh the perfectionist I’ve become. Frightened to put forth new work into the world. Crippled and broken.

Oh the perfectionist I’ve always been. Comparing my worst to the greatness of others. Crippled, broken, and afraid.

Oh the perfectionist I will always be. Crippled, broken, afraid, yet hopeful.

By Chris

Curiosity builder. Creative instigator. Spiritual explorer. Filmmaker. Podcaster. Writer.