I‘m perfect

I am convinced I should not fear fear yet I find myself immovable. Time rushes by as I remain stuck in the moments I cannot alter. So I am afraid to create new moments that might make me cringe. I no longer try. Bound by the desire to be perfect, I forget to remind myself that I am flawed. I am guaranteed to fail at being flawless. If I embrace this, will I finally move forward?

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