I live my life through the words I write
Giving excess attention
to details minute
diverts energy away from the purposeful
keeping me stuck in a place
I cannot move.
There are times, like these,
where the details do not matter.
Action matters.
Leave behind perfection:
do
act
move
as a bird released from the cage.
Hovering over the page
filled with worry
of wasting my time
of producing nothing of value
finally, after all this time, realizing
that I don’t have to offer
what I believed.
I can no longer be afraid
of making shitty art.
Art is art.
Holding back, holding out,
for the perfect words to come
has led to weeks of nothingness.
Making the less-than-desirable, the difficult,
the imperfect,
moves me forward.
People say all the right things,
make the opportune gestures,
and be everything we want them to be,
ourselves included.
Perfection is attainable,
if we can meet the right person
where everything will fall into place.
That’s the trouble,
and addicting allure,
of daydreaming.
Dawning Words 