Each day I sit in disgrace
Obsessing over each failure.
Defining myself with what I lost
Until it breaks me.
Then I pick at the pieces.
Wondering what it would be like to be whole.
What life would be like to stop obsessing with failure;
To live with the courage to try once more.
So each day,
When I go wrong,
I look at the catastrophe it could have been.
And take it as a lesson
On what to avoid,
Next time.

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