Lately I have been out of sorts and after talking with my Order I
discovered why. For those who I have offended lately please take this as
a sort of apology.

Perfection

I've aimed for perfection and will accept nothing less.
Every mistake I make fills my mouth with its bitterness.
Ive tried to overcome the irrationality of my goal
But perfection grips you hard and wont release its hold.

It is like an infection that easily spreads
From appearance, to work and then to my friends.
I must not seem weak or show any flaws.
That would be the destruction of my cause.

So my dances will only get better and better
My pen will write more eloquent letters
My judgments will only be just and fair
And my friends will love how much I care.

This beast that eats me away inside
Will do its best to always hide
How much he hurts me and the tears that I shed
For my obsession with perfection shall be my end.

Is there a way to kill this monster?
Or will he only grow stronger and stronger?
A simple suggestion can bring tears to my eyes
And one cannot improve if mistakes they deny.

Perfection I have labeled my enemy.
Yet it becomes more and more a part of me.
Knowing youre not perfect and wishing you were
Can put rips in your heart no elixer can cure.

Kariana Winterwind

Penned by my hand on the 12th of Valnuary, in the year 364 AF.