Frustration Season
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.
