Bull's Eye!

Do I,
or will I ever hit the bullseye?
With my DIYs,
my words on paper,
my longing to connect?

Or am I —
will I always be —
just shy of enough?
A whisper away from perfect
but never quite there.

Maybe I can paint,
maybe I just don’t dip my brush enough,
maybe I’m bound by too many lines —
the ones that say,
"Stay inside,"
"Blend in,"
"Get it right.",

Or

Should I dance?
What about,
"Stay in rhythm,"
"Don’t stumble,"
"Keep it graceful."

Can I sing?
They keep repeating,
Hit the pitch,"
"Stay in tune,"
"Make it flawless."

In short:
"Try harder,"
"Fit in,"
"Make it work."

_{a diy in progress}

But you know what?
Forget the rules.
I’ll keep throwing darts,
one after another,
missing the mark
but loving the throw,
the flight, the fall.

So maybe I never hit the bullseye,
but who cares?
It’s the aim, the arc,
the sweet release,
that keeps me coming back
for another

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_{Don't mind my messy DIYs,
just pieces of imperfect dreams...}