Frustration Season

a poem

Mar 21, 2023
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in the mirror

finished putting my tresses in a topknot

i spy rogue strands

it’s frustration season

then like a light switch

a new perspective glows

showing me how perfectionism

is still playing me as pawn

in the game of getting in my own way

recovering i throw a bandeau over my hair

and reconcile that this imperfect ‘do is good enough

realizing in past perfectionism almanacs

it was predicted

that i would go through repeated frustration seasons

bearing a fruit of overthunk anxious insecurities

i shift now to a new track

in mind,

in growth,

in perspective: planting seeds of i am good enough now

while backing me up by patting the fertile soil of forgiveness,

watering with a cleansing shower of moving on, and making space

for sunshine rays of vitamin D acceptance.

future me

will have space to expand their authenticity.




Librarian and Information Specialist by day. Queer writer of poetry, sensuality, personal experience, and health by night. Instagram @tolbert_on_medium #BLM✊🏿