The Weight of Perfection

I take a deep breath,

And feel my body from the inside.

Deep, deep in my center.

Underneath my skin,

My muscles,

My organs.

There’s a heaviness.

An anvil,

Tied to cinder blocks,

Tied around my core.

Pulling me down.

Squashing my ambitions and motivation.

Keeping my trapped.

Deep.

Under the weight of my own expectations.

Of impossible perfection.

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