Perfection

Perfection? 

Do you strive for it?

Do you search for it?

Perfection without mar

without scratch or scar

and impossible feat

and yet

still I try.

Perfect daughter.

Perfect sister.

Perfect mother.

Perfect friend.

Perfect boss.

Perfect co-worker.

Perfect employee.

Perfect lover.

Take all the cares 

carry all the burdens 

that others offer up

so I do not have to see,

so not have to feel

the longing abyss inside.

The facade of perfection I wear

the face that I present

is beginning to show cracks and tears

for I am incomplete

and I do know how to hide.

Hide the tears 

hide the addiction that I feed

hide the pain and the fear

down this road I have travelled before

it makes it no less unknown.

Slowly I will reclaim

the peace of mind I deserve.

But for now I struggle,

through ever shifting sands

of depression and blackness

drowning in all these sorrows.

Jay-lyn Doerksen

December 24/17