Rip up the routines
That bind you to your version of progression.
You may never rest until you are done
Bringing you unto perfection.

And when you fall
out of comfort and into the cement--
The anguish embedded in the shriveled pavement--
Reach up in desperation
to those who stumble around you.

It doesn't matter how many bruises and scars are acquired .
Let them be a reminder of the angels that lift you up
and their bruises and scars hid beneath opaque, pearly robes.

You will make it. You will be that person you dream of.
When the blood dries.