I Was Looking For It Poem by Stella Sisanda Qishi

When I was frantic
Desperate to rhyme…
I was looking for it

When I adopted Amiability
Trying not to tread on anyone’s toes…
I was searching for it

I then changed to Amicable Aggression
Letting my presence felt…
I was after it

When I crammed many different ideas in one stanza
Trying to comply with the demands of Brevity…
I was stalking it

When I sought after unfamiliar words
Desperate to sound educated…
I was looking for it

Even when I tried being artistic
And blending different figures of speech…
I was looking for it still

But now I’m battling to keep up
Desperate to catch my breath,
Compelled to despair

I am done chasing after Perfection
Perhaps when the time is right
It will come crawling to me.