Tuesday, May 4, 2010

Failure

Well set objectives
Stolid will
Body and soul
Set, poised to spring

The arrow is unleashed
And flies toward the mark
But errs
Deflected by a slight
Yet unforeseen breeze
Missing the target
By a fraction of a hair's breadth.

Cold.
Disappointed.
Angry.
Afraid.

Avoid the judging eyes.
Lose self in futile wondering.
Sink to knees.
Stop to think
And sort through the befuddlement
Of why a thing so perfect
Could go so wrong.

Fragile and vulnerable.
Seeking to defend the raw interior
Even from those who would alleviate the pain.

Hiding fault.
Seeking to blame.
Unwilling to confront the truth
Of the stark naked reality
Staring me in the face.
Crying sandy tears.

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