POEM STARTER
Inspired by Cheyenne King
Write a poem where someone is summoned by destiny or fate.
Maybe this person feels like they have a 'calling', or maybe in a fantasy world destiny really does come for people.
Being me
I feel this need
To be perfect
To stay inside the lines
To fit in the perfect box
That was designed by society
But not made for me
I feel the need to exceed expectations
And fly to the moon
To make someone else happy
The perfect weighs on my shoulders
Pushes me forward
Pushes me around
And I have no choice anymore
it need to be neat and tidy
Things have to happen a certain way
The stantards of perfection float out of reach
Closing the walls in on me
I cant handle the push and pull anymore
Perfection is nk longer my priority
It is time to focus on just being me
