The stain I stay in.
A snare to my existence,
Yet still the field I play in.
I heard we were meant to make mistakes;
And not to fake perfection.
So then how did we get so aimless
Headed in the wrong direction!
I heard we were made from sand;
Not the purest terrain.
So when did it become our mission,
To become stainless stains?
Perhaps my greatest flaw-
Is my strive for flawlessness.
For my fear of error
Holds me captive in the shackles of foolishness!
This quest for perfection is a wild goose chase;
Through the woods of acceptance,
Past the ocean of mediocrity,
To the shores of fabricated existence.
I wish to be different;
To sail a different lake.
To not live in the fear-
Of making mistakes.
I will no longer live in the fear of error,
Pardon my grammatical mess;
Let’s just not mind being-
By: Phanuel Ayelum.
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