REST FOR THE WEARY

Source:travel-story

The morning sun peeks through

the canopy of trees.

The blanket of color

covers me with its leaves.

I’m sheltered with

soft petals of pink,

like velvet sheets

splattered with pink ink.

I give a contented sigh

as my eyes soon grow teary.

A bed among the petals

offers rest for the weary.

SERENITY

Atelophobia

It has a name.

Atelophobia.

Why do some of us 

strive for perfectionism?

Were we born with this,

or taught to behave this way?

It forces unattainable 

and unrealistic goals

upon us.

Once these goals aren’t reached,

we fall down far,

some into depression.

We should try to be our best,

our best within our capabilities,

and not some else’s version of perfect.

Our own attainable goals

will bring us contentment

and happiness.