A million ways to fail
Sometimes just opening my eyes makes me cringe,
Rudely awakened from the relief of sleep,
Back in the middle of a story I feel overwhelmed to write.
Starting the day in the dead of night,
I count with both hands the mistakes I made,
The harsh words I said,
The unjust thoughts that flitted through,
The better ways I could have acted yesterday.
I slog through the day, trying to meet expectations,
With flashes of inspiration and motivation
Through the fog.
It is those days that accomplishments feel like failures,
Like no task will get me to the promised land,
Like rocks hurled in front of a path that is dark
I will trip and fall and fail,
And laughter will echo.
I must hold to the light,
Keep going, though I can only see two steps in front,
Trust in the path I can dimly see,
And use every failure to get stronger,
To gain resilience,
Win.
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