Spoken Word:
This journey has become my newest addiction
Splitting open every cell of my being
With the hope of newness being formed out of the remnants
When in reality, I just end up coming full-circle with my pain
Why can’t I learn to love the process like every other professing-Christian out there?
Why was I created to move about the world, powered by a never-ending sense of urgency?
And why do I endlessly crave certainty like it’s the latest drug?
Perfectionism is poison
It’s crawling through my veins
It’s assaulting my identity and assigning me false names
For a long time, I befriended it
I flaunted it around
I took it daily with my vitamins
Until it put me in the ground
Perfectionism is poison
Perfectionism is poison
Perfectionism is poison
Perfectionism is poison
Perfectionism is poison
Perfectionism is poison
Perfectionism is poison
Song by Amber Mattfield