Dear Failure

Dear Failure,

 

The constant fear

Of you looming over me;

The constant terror

Of the shame you will bring.

I am barred in the shackles

That bind me to this prison.

 

The weariness you force,

The pain, the dismay.

I’m hanging by a string,

A string of hope.

That one day,

I will be relieved.

 

Suddenly I see,

The cell door has been opened

I have no shackles,

They are the bondages of my mind.

Like the Apostles,

I have been set free.

 

Still you sit

In the corner of my mind

Yet, now,

I will not submit.

 

Free,

Gillian 

 

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