Wednesday, October 24, 2012

A prayer I don't want answered

If I'm going to fail
let me fail gloriously
let the sun darken
and the sky fall
let the wind howl
let the crowds pelt me
with words hard as hammers
and sneers that shrivel the soul
let my failure be rich in texture
symphonic and full
grand enough for posterity
and generous enough to cover the shame
of the countless paltry victories
the small everyday triumphs
no one but me
ever sees

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