The Search For Perfection
As a deer thirsts for streams of water,
So I long for perfection,
But still haven’t found it.
It appears that the more I look for perfection,
The more I fall into imperfection.
When I tried to be perfect in all, and to be it all,
Something always suffered.
When I focused on my education, my relationships suffered.
Sitting down under the shade like a tree with deep roots,
I think of two snowflakes.
Each of them takes the perfect form for their journey,
But when encountered by the wind,
They change shapes.
If the snowflakes can’t be perfect, then I can’t be.
After all, I am human.
After years of trying to be perfect, never getting there,
I have concluded that there is no such thing as perfection.
Perfection can only be found in the Creator.
He covers the ground with snow like a blanket of wool,
Scatters frost like ashes on the ground,
Arranges the stars by their names
And sends down hailstones like chips of rocks.
Creating humans to be imperfect wasn’t a mistake.
He did that to show us that our uniqueness lies in our imperfection.
So searching for perfection is a journey leading to frustration.
Idogun Esohe's Other Poems
Read this poem in other languages
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
Poet's Notes about The Poem
Comments about this poem (The Search For Perfection by Idogun Esohe )
The Road Not Taken
If You Forget Me
Still I Rise
Edgar Allan Poe
I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings
Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
William Ernest Henley
- Lee F. Majors, Richard Thripp
- All Dogs Go 2 Heaven, Richard Flappa
- Smashed Potatoes, Richard Thripp
- From Our Father, louis rams
- Mutually, unwillingly lets go to bed, binod bastola
- The Sacrifice, Richard Flappa
- The Art Of Living ll, Morgan Michaels
- Eid Mubarak!, gajanan mishra
- life within, binod bastola
- Taking Her Down South, Richard Flappa