Thoughts from a recovering perfectionist
Jan 31, 2022
A poem.
As a recovering perfectionist
It’s taken me 25 years to realise that
Mess is not a sign of weakness
But of life.
Look at the mangroves —
How their roots and branches twirl,
Unfurling intimacy, tangled and
Curled together like limbs, inviting you in.
Being human is like that—
Or it should be.
But sometimes I wonder if the time we spend
Trimming hedges and keeping in line
Would be better spent
Hanging from vines?
Poem originally posted to the author’s Instagram page. For more original poetry, prose and illustrations, follow Maryellen on Instagram or YouTube.
