When I fail I feel it as a tight grip upon my neck. heavy upon each breathe. A failure is never too small to cripple me and deem me inadequate of human standards. perhaps one day I shall look upon failure with a resilience of my own to show it that I can never fail, for to have tried and missed your mark is still a success.
And one day when failure knocks on my door I will not let it in for it has no place in my home to stay. it may visit, oh yes from time to time it may visit but it will not board it will not sit at my table when the meal is set for the seats at my table will be reserved for self-kindness, understanding, peace, love, determination!!
yes one day fear and failure and fear of failure will not be more welcome than anger, had i kept anger at my table it would not have been mine own. anger as fear is an overbearing presence he takes up the whole room, takes up the whole table and is a horrible guest.
but today is not that day. today I will tell it to leave earlier, tomorrow it will briefly stay until the day when at the door I tell it I'm to busy for its company......
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Salvaged Soul
Poetry"The mind is a beautiful servant but a dangerous master" It said "so i must then let it serve my soul" I whispered A salvaged soul is not new, it is old. It has lost and is still losing but is no longer who it was when it first broke. To be one step...
