By Tony DeLorger © 2013
Tempered by a resolute acceptance of fate,
I relent on my dreams,
confuse struggle with cosmic will,
and fall short of my own expectations.
A perceived ineptitude is but a facet of failure,
the action from perception alone,
how we see ourselves and the limitations we accept,
giving rise to failure before the journey begins.
Alone we must cast a shadow,
over both triumph and failure,
the truth a platform on which we enact our lives,
swallowing the bitter and the sweet.
How we grow from mistakes defines us,
gives credence to the notion of a journey of worth,
always tested, always backs to the wall,
we struggle within ourselves to find that moment of balance.
Freedom comes from acceptance,
that the world is harsh,
bad things happen to good people,
and rarely does life ensue as planned.
We should expect nothing, and everything,
and when it's all over,
be grateful for all the pain, the joy and love offered,
never regretting a single thing.
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