Failure
Some times I think by failure,
we land on our feet.
Not because of trial,
but because of the deed.
It seems we lack at that period
in time, a strength that is with us,
is not.
Causing all sorts of trauma, and pain
too much blowback, over again and again.
What is the count you ask,
The fundamental cost to one's soul?
And, yet it takes its toll.
Hundreds have been lost,
to its power - like thieves in the night.
I see no gain and yet you draw me in.
What is this course I paint in the blind.
For I have seen space of a different kind.
Natural is the lesson learned.
Basic as a writer's turn to fail and
try again.
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