FAILURE

Failure is a heavy word to be had.
Carried by the weak called sad.
Jack of all trades but master of none.
A tally of all the things left undone.
Bears the scar of failure on one’s face.
Struggling to keep up with the world’s race.
Disappointment lends to further fatigue.
Along with its position in the league.
To strive to have it all together.
While its race has signs of weather.
It leads to a question of identity.
While presenting itself as a sensitivity. 
The need for a purpose is a life line.
Yet severed with each decline.
Where does one go for strength of soul?
When they can never achieve a goal.
Struggling to keep contributing to society.
While being consumed by crippling anxiety.
An alarm in the brain saying something.
Not a defect called plummeting.
One life does not look like another.
But that does not mean we shouldn’t bother.
It’s going to be a longer road for some.
A harder fight to stay away from being a bum.
Worth is not measured by accomplishment of self.
Just to have your name written in a book placed on a shelf.
It is found in the creator who created you.
And the grace that fulfills obedience’s truth.

By R.D. jess