A poem about my favorite creative foe :)
Control Freak
Corroding walls try to hold,
though pushed by fears
pleading to be freed.
They fight a shell hardened
by the plaster of an innocent dream.
Of perfection,
and Order.
When humility cracks it open,
through the space, a sigh,
a relief.
And the mutter of a thank you,
for letting me be scared.
Jessica Weiss
