I manage to gain the energy to bring my self to my feet
Yet I find myself in this hard place
I do a 180 degree turn
And there is a rock
And the space between the two seems to be decreasing
And the panic within does the opposite
My heavy breathing monopolizes the surrounding air until I can feel the pressure of it all bring me back down to my knees in which I just got the energy to rise from
The salty stream flowing from my eyes engulfs me with feeling of disappointment and failure
Because that's what it is,
Failure,
When you've come to your feet and get knocked back down to your knees, you have NOT succeeded..
You have failed
Failed at creating the happiness you long for
Failed at fooling those around you that you are truly "fine"
Failed at..
Failed at...
Well, when you find yourself in a fetal position wishing,
In all of your loneliness,
In all of your despair,
That someone would come and create distance between this hard place and rock..
You have failed at life.
Give me the strength
To try again
About the Creator
Alice Gru
I was mistaken for a porcelain doll when I was younger. That porcelain is now broken and expressed through poetry.
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