Failure feels like a fight you can’t win
and burns with a mind of its own
and fear fuels the fire and strips your soul thin
until all the hope that you once had has gone.
Some people just seem to live life on a whim
and everything falls into place
but failure leads to life stretched out like skin
pulled tight on the frame of a drum
until it is pounded so hard that it splits
and renders it useless and numb
or a canvas that’s ripped
the picture now torn
the tattered piece marring the scene,
a beautiful masterpiece battered and worn
now a semblance of what once had been.
How can a life climb back out of the pit
when failure has dragged it so low?
When a spirit is broken and doesn’t feel fit
where is the next place to go?
Failure is but a bump…
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