Perfectionism (a poem)

The saints wanted perfection

so do some of us

but chasing this goal is like

walking over burning coals

what about progress?

self-acceptance?

what about turning away from Never Enough?

resting in the realization that

this life is absurd

that all this effort can

crash & burn

in the blink of an eye

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Reborn (a poem)

This birthmark on my back is a mark I carry

from body to body – I die, am reborn

in another time, but my soul remains the same –

forever after the same truth, relentless in pursuit +

snared in masses of mankind + the death-march of progress

toward blood-soaked extinction or utopian dream

(Photo by Majid Rangraz on Unsplash)

Note: This poem was inspired by a theme in the novel, Cloud Atlas, by David Mitchell. It’s a terrific book and I highly recommend it!