Selling Myself Short (11/08/2013)

Is that what I'm doing called?

Going into my situations optimistic,

Hope, a shield as I enter battle

only to be dashed to pathetic pieces

by reality?


Picking back up,

loosely stitching myself up until I'm whole again

only to fall apart at the seams

as I recognize my failure?

Failure that so thouroughly unravels

the rug of the future I've been weaving so long?


                     Chasing the sun,

hoping time will favor me and give me


I don't want to feel broken up inside 




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